My Mother

What annoys me most about her is that she constantly thinks that my life revolves around guys. I love how she just came down here and said straight up, “Stop talking to boys.” When I replied, “I’m not talking to boys, I’m writing.” She promtly comes back with “Stop writing letters to boys.” Okay, I don’t know about you, but blogger.com looks nothing like an e-mail OR an IM. Of course, my mother wouldn’t know that, since she’s computer illiterate and thinks you move the mouse pointer by waving it in the air. Even THOUGH she’s seen me utilize it for about what… Seven years now?

I’m in a very annoyable mood right now. I’ll probably look and feel like hell tomorrow. Fuck. I need some sleep. Good … day?