so funny it's splenetic

she's like, "i won't take responsibility for your choices anymore,"

and i'm like, "mom, for seven years now, on and off, i've been telling you--"

but she cuts in with little jabs and

"mom, this kind of stuff is what i mean."

and marci is like, "it's okay to ask me to my face!"

"do you?"

"...ask the words! do i...what?"

"do you, ah--" right into the eyes, calm down, breathe right, steady and aqua--"believe me?"

"about"--well, i forgot that line. but i won't take this down.

funny. finally saw marci's grammar. It is missing just tiny commas everybody misses anyway, and that's about it. she corrected herself later and i was like, "uh, i read it, and now it's wrong." She double-checked and laughed her ass off; she had been right and here i'm usually crying over losing friends over grammar. i hate it. it's something i tried to destroy my knowledge of but it came back in two weeks. i left clif. losing my grammar was worse than losing all homes.

so it's never gone away again. i won't let it. but i moved in with clif because mom was nasty mean. life-sucking , bone marrow-harrowing mean. so finally i'm sure we have to talk or split up.  like, no-funny-stuff for real. she's tried funny stuff for seven years but it never changes. the hook and the bait don't jibe.

ain't jive.

so i gotta end the story on my note. marci and ilene impart wisdom i am not at liberty to jeopardize anymore.

doinkadi-dillydo!

and i

have changes

to loose.

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(also a pun including "lose," so contemplate further. there are six sentences here. some include eliminating one s/o. the seventh may be too convoluted.)