What exactly is it about mothers? What is it that makes us so insanely aggravated by them, or what is it that compulses them to get on our last nerves?
This happened a few days ago. My mom had a friend over when I came home from school. The friend commented on how skinny I looked (which is like, yeah but not enough..) and my mom is all like "Because she refuses to eat." And the friend is all, "What!" And I'm all, "No, I eat, I just don't eat like you, you pig." I didn't actually say that. But I wish I had; it's true. And dammit, don't go around talking about me like that to other people. She has no sense of discretion at all.
I came home this weeked and my mom had bought a whole freaking cake for herself. Over half of it was already eaten, even though I had only been gone for two days. And last night, she bought this box of chocolate Chex Mix bar thingies and when I came home, they were all freaking gone. And then, she has the nerve to complain about getting fat. Goddamit I hate her.
I don't really hate her; I hate dealing with her. I don't actually care enough to really hate/love her. I dunno, I just don't have anything in common with her. I'm sort of intelligent, analytical, conservative, and have no patience whatsoever for being emotional, sentimental, etc. etc. She's really dumb (people say their mothers are dumb, but mine ACTUALLY is; I'm really not exaggerating), completely driven by her urges and emotions, and easily buys into crap like Oprah, Dr. Phil, and NBC news. She's the perfect example of the type of person I simply can't deal with, because their manner of thinking is so alien and bizarre to me.
Btw, is anyone a coffee guru? I've started drinking coffee, and so far have only done iced lattees with nonfat milk and iced americanos. Just using medium roast Folgers. How do you do your coffee? I'll have access to a ginder over the summer, so I may experiment with that.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
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fucking mothers.
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