It’s Holly

No one hates drama more than me. I purposely don’t have friends that are girls, for the simple fact that most girls are catty and bitchy, and I’m moody enough - let alone dealing with someone elses bitchiness. But alas, drama has hit Holly, in a bad one. Although resolved now, yesterday was a different story…

Holly’s a messy baby. I go home, I sleep, I change, I leave, I come back, I change, I sleep, I leave. Needless to say, clothes are strewn around and there were a couple dishes on my desk. Nothing horrible, mind you. No mushrooms growing under the bed. The parental units didn’t appreciate it, though. They got a little peturbed. I don’t like dealing with peturbed parents. So I was all determined to move out - especially since they kinda wanted me to get out. I was one tsinela kick away from gettin’ the kicked the hell out. So my sister, being the Peacemaker that she is, set things right. We all have the same personality when it comes to reacting to things. So when my mom and my sister get in a little tiff, mom talks to me, me talks to sister. when my mom and I get into it, sister talks to mom, mom talks to sister, sister talks to me. We never speak directly to one another. Things just blow up that way. So my mom is on the phone with Tina, and Tina is on instant messenger with me. That’s how we do it. blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda, everything’s fine now. The end.