So I'm talking to harriet, the rich old bag, and shes complaining that her mum had a little hissy and told her to go buy her own groceries. Just cos she didn't want to eat what her mum served up. Heh she should live round here for a while, I'm sure what she was being offered at least contained some sort of named brand.
And I'm like my mum is always saying that I should buy my own. She's got less and less money to spend on food shopping every week, and slowly but surely we've worked our way down from the real brands, through the entire tesco range, and now shes trying to serve my brother up tesco value meat. He won't eat the stuff, and if I ate meat I'd be a bit wary. Same with the cheese and everything else. Its tasteless muck. I doubt its got any goodness in, but what can you do?
So I'm officially in a mood with her, and tesco for jacking up their prices so we're fored to exist on this shite, and my mum for acting like she works so hard when every day this holiday i've seen her home with either an afternoon or morning off.
And I feel selfsih. I'm off to go shopping tommoro, spening money in town, then the same on friday. God knows how much I'll waste in the bars. And then of course saturday, booking the holiday with 100 quid of mine. I see what she means when she asks for maintenance, I don't earn muc but by the way I save then spend lots at once it looks like I'm rolling in it.
Oh yeah and my good old father. He's complaining cos he refused to pay child maintenence for so long they're taking it forcibly out of his paycheck. But the stupid bitch at his work has ben sending it to the inland revenue instead of the CSA so thats 2000 pounds we'll never see again.
FUCKERS!!! |
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