New Theme Alert!!!

As much as I LOVED the "Aged Wine" theme by Inori, this "Dark Carnival" theme spoke to me and was very intriguing. I'm going to tweak the wording fonts and color schemes to fit the new theme. I wanted to "hit new waters" with my journals look and feel. I believe I am on the way to doing that.

A "Chat" with Mom

Here I am, watching Uncle Roger and my mom calls. Once again asking if I had received my mail. For those who don't know,after leaving where I had been living before,an associate had offered to receive my mail for me. Since I had no choice at the time and no money,after checking again that it was okay, I agreed. She has met with me to bring me my mail ONCE. Now she keeps acting like she doesn't want to meet up with me at all and has been actively avoiding me. So I switched tactics and asked about other random things,like some stores we have in common and the like and she SEEMS to have bitten,a bit. I am keeping an eye on this situation. She has until the end of April,then I go to the police. So back to mom...I finally tell her that I hadn't received my mail and she starts in on her "I don't know what to tell you" and her whole schtich about trusting a certain demographic of people. She then says that she won't send me anything to if not to me directly. Then goes on to ask if she started baby sitting for my former roommates,which I have no clue,but the thought had crossed my mind. Then she goes on to ask how long have I been in the hotel(as of this writing almost nine months) now,apparently mom thinks money can be pulled out of my ass because she asks how long until I have my own mailing address and I inform her of the high cost of living down here. To which she replies how she would've "been had a P.O. Box by now" to which I firmly reply that I didn't have the money to put TOWARDS a P.O. Box let alone an address,which you need for a P.O. Box. I was fine until she called. I know I made a mistake. I just want my things and to move on. NOT a fucking lecture.