Time for a rant

02/26/2009

So as soon as my mum arrived to take me away from Jimmy's, she started arguing. And she yelled at me the entire way home. She's all like "you can't see your boyfriend on weeknights" and im like what is this, the dark ages. Just cos she was never allowed to see her boyfriend from one week to the next doesnt mean I'm going to stick to that dumb ruile. Fucks sake. Then she starts ranting about how she's a taxi service for me, and im like oh so its ok to cart joe to rock climbing and trampolining twice a week but itas not ok to give me a lift home from a one off party ever now and then? Stupid cow. And she goes oh well i wont be doing it again, and im like fine then - ill get a cab. She goes oh well if you have enough money for a cab you have enough to pay me housekeeping.
WHAT THE FUCK
surely then id have LESS money to pay her? And gods sake i only earn 23 quid a week what am i sposed to give her out of that?
and shes like you're in my house and you eat my food and dont give me anything. And im mlike "...." well if thats the way you see me . . .
And she didnt stop yelling out her stupid irrelevant arguments until the car stopped on the driveway, and i limped out. She never even asked how ice skating went, she was too busy complaining about how often me and Jimym see each other. I told her we're having lunch today in town and she totally flipped out.
Im like you dont have to do anything, just sit on your arse like you're used to, you dont even have to see him whats your problem. And shes being all dramatic, shaking her head and going
"you're going to throw it all away"
and im like shut the fuck up you melodramatic bitch. THIS is why i rely on a counsellor and never tell you anything. Fucking cunt.