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[commotiocordis]

Mi madre: "You know, I've noticed going through this stuff that you're a very creative writer. Even if I don't always like your choice of topics."

Me: "Huh?"

Umm, stop going through my stuff. She got all rampagey and decided to clean my room. I'm all like *hides slashy stuff*. Evidently maybe I missed some. Oops. Still, though. You're not supposed to read papers you find in your offspring's rooms. They're private and such things.

*is angry and doesn't want to go back there now*

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[crashcart9.livejournal.com]

"Maternal figure"

You make me laugh. Because that's totally something I would say.

And then I usually shove stuff in my closet so that its off the floor and she thinks I've done something.

When I clean, I use my bed to organize/throw stuff on, which ends up making it look like I've done work, though making it look like work isn't my entire intention, but then I have to sleep that night, so it all goes back on the floor and the organization dies. Which is sad. I wish I had closet space to do that with. In the new room, I think I might. Grr, new room.