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Jul. 11th, 2002
I just went out to the garage and found the toilet paper buried behind a wall built of 14 cases of soda. Fourteen! Well, twelve of them were soda, and two were juice in cans. But still, it's ridiculous. Meanwhile, in the refrigerator was more than a half-gallon of spoiled milk. Damn, we're so healthy in this house. No wonder I feel so shitty while I'm here, and have such a fucked-up appetite. The one meal cooked today was a late lunch of burgers. I had one. Just one. My parents seem also to have subconsciously switched over to the Atkins diet; there's a plethora of meat, but bread seems to be forgotten most of the time. The other day I made ghetto garlic bread out of hamburger buns so that I could have some bread with my pasta and meatballs (with ground beef in the sauce!) because the sliced bread was inedibly moldy.
Is it so much to ask to have more cranberry juice and less soda, and some lunch meat once in a while so that I can have a sandwich, thus helping to eat the sliced bread before it goes moldy? And a new box of regular Cheerios? The one we have is nearly empty; there's hardly one bowlful left. But do we have an extra box out in the garage? No. There's an extra box of every other kind of Cheerios you could imagine, though. Even frosted. However, I want plain Cheerios, not sweetened in any way.
Complaining to my parents instead of here would be more constructive, but I don't exactly feel comfortable doing so. I know that they'll get me anything at the slightest suggestion - one day I found their new bedspread folded up and deposited on top of my bed, so I joked, "Oh look, I've got a new bedspread," and my mom replied with, "Do you need a new one?" - but I don't like to take advantage of that because of the impression I get about things being tight, despite all the expenditures on new flooring and furniture and whatnot. There's also the communication issue, such as it being nonexistent. There's just not much to say to each other any more. Not that I'd be understood if I did speak up. And where would I start?
Is it so much to ask to have more cranberry juice and less soda, and some lunch meat once in a while so that I can have a sandwich, thus helping to eat the sliced bread before it goes moldy? And a new box of regular Cheerios? The one we have is nearly empty; there's hardly one bowlful left. But do we have an extra box out in the garage? No. There's an extra box of every other kind of Cheerios you could imagine, though. Even frosted. However, I want plain Cheerios, not sweetened in any way.
Complaining to my parents instead of here would be more constructive, but I don't exactly feel comfortable doing so. I know that they'll get me anything at the slightest suggestion - one day I found their new bedspread folded up and deposited on top of my bed, so I joked, "Oh look, I've got a new bedspread," and my mom replied with, "Do you need a new one?" - but I don't like to take advantage of that because of the impression I get about things being tight, despite all the expenditures on new flooring and furniture and whatnot. There's also the communication issue, such as it being nonexistent. There's just not much to say to each other any more. Not that I'd be understood if I did speak up. And where would I start?
