I never thought I would dislike living in my house. There are 3 things here I like, My brother, Chief and Oz. I need a job that will support me not living here. For one, there isn't room for my stuff. Well, there is, but "it makes my room look messy and cluttered" according to my Mom. I have an answer for her, but it involves more work for me too. That answer? She needs to get all of her shit out of my room, but she would make ME move it. Stuff like her computer, and most of all, all the damn furniture. I don't need 2 full size dressers, a desk and a sewing machine in here. And I don't need 5 full sized mirrors in here either. And I don't need my Mom telling me to clean my room, she obviously hasn't seen my brother's lately.
I guess my newest challenge...Since I'm going to be home everyday this next week, I'm responsible for making dinner. That's bull. My Mom says it's because I need to learn to cook. Ummm....I can cook, and I can cook pretty well too. I just don't like doing it. I have the same relationship I do with math, I'm good at it, but I hate it. Every now and then I'll cook because I want to, but not every freakin' day. I'll make it nasty on purpose, so she won't let me do it any more.
I guess all I need is a job so I can do what I want and be happy.
Friday, June 30, 2006
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What food does your mom hate? Cook that at least twice a week.
Do a good job too; if she hates salmon, cook some sort of garlic herb crusted lemon butter superdish, so you can say that you're not slacking, you're trying really really hard.
Sure it's more work for you, but once you get in to making a dish you'll have fun, and, you know, you get to piss off your mom.
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