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I am being nagged through a glass door. This is a new low.

EDIT: I'll expand on this. I came back for a funeral. I haven't gone back yet. I've been here a little under a week. Because I haven't gone back begging to a job that I hate, for work that they won't give me because I'm only here a week, according to my mother I am unworthy as a human being.

Looks like I'm going back to Cardiff tomorrow. Which means no more chatting. I have an escape route. Will you blame me if I take it?

Didn't want to come back for the fucking funeral in the first place.

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[iibnf.livejournal.com]

RUN!

[slytherin-dream.livejournal.com]

*snugs*

You have my every sympathy. Don't worry about not being around to chat. We'll just.. stare at the vacant, drabble-less, random-less, nny-less space and...

Wait. That isn't cheering you up. >.o

It'll be fine. When you're back at Cardiff, you'll be able to get a job - so your mother'll be off your back and you'll have 'net connection down there too.

*hugs*

Ugh

[akujunkan.livejournal.com]

In my experience, it is the duty of mothers (at least the way they see it) to nag about jobs and money. Big time.

Cardiff, given those circumstances, sounds like a good idea. I had to leave the country before mine would leave me alone.