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God, I need to vent, though. Just this one tiny thing in the midst of my Holiday Happiness: the issue of there being NO COMPUTER AT HOME.

No, Kirsten's new laptop does not count. It can't. We've had too many bloody battles--literally-- over the iMac in the past for me to be able to handle having to ask for permission to use her computer, no matter how generous she is with it. And her generosity isn't making my mom want to take the iMac in to the repair shop any quicker. Suddenly there's no money for computer repairs. Borrowing Kirsten's will just have to do. Despite the Explicitly Hammered-In Fact of it being Kirsten's and Not Mine, set down as law by Tante Joan, Kirsten's benefactress, suddenly the computer is for everyone's use? No. It's not equal. It won't work out. Not to mention the fact that there's no DSL with Kirsten's laptop, of course, and no printer or scanner or anything.

It will just mean more and more time at Gina's. It's not a threat but when I try to tell them this it sounds like one. I can't help it. It's just how things are. Honesty is not handled well in my family?

And, Mom, if you don't like what I'm saying, why not stay out of my blog like I asked you to? Thanks. I'm not trying to say this in a belligerent manner, but these is the facts. Stop reading if you don't like it, because you're the one person I really don't want feedback from about this thing. This is Not For You.

Oh, poop. It's summer, it's Sweden, it's my birthday. Time to not be in this mental space anymore. I wish I was back in Småland. Småland is my new Happy Place. Småland and EPCOT, baby.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:32 PM | shower me with attention