mother woes, i hope the mother knows

why do i have to be the one to take the brunt of moms menopausal outrage. urgh! its only day 1 and i so miss not having her around to bug the hell out of me every single minute. its inbuilt in her to nag her brains out and because im the only one at home, i get it. all the time. every single fking time.

she has something to say about every single thing. even last night when justin was in my room using the computer, she chased him out. we tried to cook dinner and it felt so weird having to share the space with her, we waited till 2am before we ate. we cant watch tv without intruding so we had to hide in justin's over a laptop and a heavy dosage of sex and the city. what the hell. i need my space. sorry mother, you chose to move out, so you've gotta learn to move out entirely and not be the fickle minded undecided menopausal creature that lurks behind my back every few minutes. whats with the screaming, seriously. youve been so bored out of your wits, its as good as hiding behind the tv while i eat and the moment i finish, you jump up and scream, "ah hah! i caught you! why didnt you wash your plates again!" which is exactly what you did last night. you took my clothes down from the drying racks and dumped in on my bed and came in 2 seconds later and flipped out because i havent folded my clothes. please mother. enough. i had enough. im never going to be home to be your punching bag at the rate youre going.

life without you was perfect the past week. i would rather stay home than to have gone out the past week even though i had the car. now that youre back, im running away from you like a plague. and its sounds awful, but deal with it mother. im going to leave the browser open and i hope youre nosey enough to read this. i love you, but youve got to learn to let go.

happy april fools. what irony.