Evening couch.

Well...my dad did not behave himself this morning. I thought he was going to, but on the ride back to his shop after measuring he made rude comments that I was fat and that no school would hire me because my weight shows that I don't take care of myself. What an a s s. I'm not fat. I only weigh 150 lbs. Sure I am short (5 foot even), but still 150 is not that much. It's not like I am obese. And even if I was...I doubt prospective employers would look at that as negative. My father is such an a s shole.

C went well today though. His camp leader walked him out to my car under her umbrella because it was pouring down rain and she didn't want him to get wet walking to my car or me to get wet opening the door for him. I hate driving in the rain, but luckily it cleared up as I approached his dad's house (where he goes on Wed).

Wiki, racoons paying with bubbles sounds cute.

Lola, how did your first day go?

As far as wanting to live alone as a child. I dreamed about that all the time and my parents weren't abusive to me...only to each other. I can also remember writing letters to teachers in elementary school saying that my parents didn't love me and asking if I could live with them. I'm surprised no teacher I wrote to looked into it...they would always just tell me that they knew my parents did love me and that I should be happy with the parents I had. I actually ran away a few times, but I was stupid and only went to the hedges along the back of the back yard fence and was always found.