Alreet
Afternoon.
Did i mension my parents are decorating downstairs? This involves my dad - who knows it 'all', and my mum - who knows very little but thinks she knows more. Trying not to have a domestic over wall paper, paint, carpet and moving furnature. My dad had once upon a time been a furnature mover i think, hes a DIY expert basically, making things and doing things like this were what he was born to do. Mum worked in an office for 20 years.
Dont get me wrong, mums a good laburour but sometimes i wonder.
Anyway. Its tuesday, i feel much better than i did and tonight hopefully i will be going out to see my chosen family. Or some of them at least because Tobias has shitty work hours at the moment and El Presidente and Pandora rarely come. So hopefully, tonight will be good. And it'll be the first time ive been out in over a week. :D
But there are a few things i need to do first, like showering and putting new music on my mp4 player and getting dressed.... etc. And then haveing to negotiate with mother dearest. Who at the moment i think she thinks my only purpose for living is to shout at. Earlier i got "The kettles boiled" after I had sat down in the living room waiting for it to boil, she said it the INSTANT it had finished, my response was "Yeah i know, sorry im not on my toes and here straight away, its not going to explode because i haven't made a cup of tea from it." And after id enjoyed my cup of tea, my parents had been talking in the same room and Id been listening but taking more interest in the tv.
They'd decided to move all the furnature from the back room into the front room so they could get the carpet down blah balh balh. And then mom says to me as they leave the room to get started "its going to get very uncomfortable in here." :| .............. LIKE I WASNT THERE FOR THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION!?! And then she vanished off and i had a grumble to myself turning off the tv saying: "Its not like i wasnt there when you were talking about it, what do you think i am DEAF!" But loud enough for her to hear my disgust.
So currently, mother isnt being the nicest person in the world. Maybe shes decided my existance is devoted to her belittling me and me standing there and taking it because obviously I'm deranged so NEED to be told when the kettles boiled because i dont understand that when it clicks its finished boiling.
I put it down to menapores. But there will be serious arguments if this carries on. I'm not taking this crap.
Did i mension my parents are decorating downstairs? This involves my dad - who knows it 'all', and my mum - who knows very little but thinks she knows more. Trying not to have a domestic over wall paper, paint, carpet and moving furnature. My dad had once upon a time been a furnature mover i think, hes a DIY expert basically, making things and doing things like this were what he was born to do. Mum worked in an office for 20 years.
Dont get me wrong, mums a good laburour but sometimes i wonder.
Anyway. Its tuesday, i feel much better than i did and tonight hopefully i will be going out to see my chosen family. Or some of them at least because Tobias has shitty work hours at the moment and El Presidente and Pandora rarely come. So hopefully, tonight will be good. And it'll be the first time ive been out in over a week. :D
But there are a few things i need to do first, like showering and putting new music on my mp4 player and getting dressed.... etc. And then haveing to negotiate with mother dearest. Who at the moment i think she thinks my only purpose for living is to shout at. Earlier i got "The kettles boiled" after I had sat down in the living room waiting for it to boil, she said it the INSTANT it had finished, my response was "Yeah i know, sorry im not on my toes and here straight away, its not going to explode because i haven't made a cup of tea from it." And after id enjoyed my cup of tea, my parents had been talking in the same room and Id been listening but taking more interest in the tv.
They'd decided to move all the furnature from the back room into the front room so they could get the carpet down blah balh balh. And then mom says to me as they leave the room to get started "its going to get very uncomfortable in here." :| .............. LIKE I WASNT THERE FOR THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION!?! And then she vanished off and i had a grumble to myself turning off the tv saying: "Its not like i wasnt there when you were talking about it, what do you think i am DEAF!" But loud enough for her to hear my disgust.
So currently, mother isnt being the nicest person in the world. Maybe shes decided my existance is devoted to her belittling me and me standing there and taking it because obviously I'm deranged so NEED to be told when the kettles boiled because i dont understand that when it clicks its finished boiling.
I put it down to menapores. But there will be serious arguments if this carries on. I'm not taking this crap.