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[skull_bearer]

So, my mum flipped out completely and wrecked my room, throwing a ton of my stuff on the floor. Many of my books were wrecked, including one which wasn't even mine (Joey's copy of 'Maus' is now rather the worse for the wear). Mercifully, my computer was obviously too heavy (or she still retained enough sanity to think better of it) and my laptop hidden in the living room.

What did I do to deserve this? I didn't do the washing up because I was attending a university open day.

I hate her. If she ever so much as looks at my stuff again, I'll show her one reason why I collect weapons. No one fucking touches my books without my permission. Ever.