Haha, I was getting scared there for a bit, just because there has been so much random fail involved with getting my car fixed that I was like, "You know what? If they lost it? I will not be shocked in the slightest."

Heh. If you stick around this journal long enough, you will read alot about my monster mother. She and I tend to not get along. We didn't speak for two years because she's a fucking lunatic exceptionally troubled woman with lots of issues who refuses to see that she has issues and lives in a constant state of severe denial about her life.

That's...like the tip of the iceberg, really.

My mother has never had substance problems in the past, though I wanted her to very badly at several points in my life. It sucks when you start to realize that your mother is messed up, and you can't find anything to blame it on. It makes the clean-up particularly challenging.

Idk. I called her the other night and she sounded drunk. She called me today and made no mention of the conversation the other night. It was bizzare.