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| 05:19pm 21/03/2009 |
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My mom decided to scream and scream and scream and scream and scream and SCREAM because I didn't do a good job vacuuming. Thursday, she screamed and screamed (My new friends now know her as "The Screaming Lady") because she'd accidentally set the truck's alarm off when she'd gone to pick it up.
What I Say: I've been forgetting things a lot, can you write stuff down when you tell me to do it so I'll remember? It'd be really helpful.
What She Hears: I HATE DOING ANYTHING YOU TELL ME DO TO AND I WILL NEVER LISTEN TO YOU.
What I Say: Look, this isn't a contest to see whose life sucks more, okay? Both of us are freaking out right now.
What She Hears: YOU KNOW WHAT, I BET THERE'S NOTHING EVEN WRONG WITH YOU, YOU BIG FAT FAKER.
What I Say: If you'd tell me before I started all the places you want vacuumed specifically, it would be nice.
What She Hears: I'M TOO BUSY SITTING AROUND AND MASTURBATING TO MIDGET PORN TO DO YOUR STUPID PLEBEIAN CHORES.
I'm moving out on the first, if I can find a place.
EDIT: Found a room in the paper for 480 including utilities, not too far from downtown Molasses Valley. Goin' out to see the place tomorrow morning.
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