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So, yesterday I got new black pants, a black fuzzy jacket and an orange hoochie shirt. I wanted to wear them all to school today, so last night I washed them, this morning I put them in the dryer. Mom took them out and laid them on fuckin muffins chair. ( If you don't know muffin is my cat with lonnnnnng white, brown and grayish hair. ) So, i'm like WTF! Thats going to show on my pants! And she got pissed off and was like NO ITS NOT JUST WEAR THEM AND STOP WHINING! and I was like I don't know why you had to fucking touch them in the first place, they're not yours! and yea, she went upstairs. Got over the fact that hair was all over my pants, because it would blow off in the wind. Well, yea. I go to sit in the car and FUZZ gets all over them, we get half way there and i'm like screw it, i ain't freaking going! She thought I was joking, so we get there, I get out..look at my pants and my coat and i'm like I TOLD YOU I AIN'T GOING!!!!!!! and she starts flippin out like shes somethin..fuck the whore. I don't care. So, she starts tellin me how i'm going to be a loser like my dad when I get older and all this other stuff. Okay, i'm going to college after I get my GED, has anyone else in my family done that? yes, STeven then he fuckin quit. me, I won't quit. I REFUSE, to work at a factory or fuckin mcdonalds for the rest of my life. Yeah, i'm not going to highschool and I won't get my diploma, GED is the next best thing so fuck the bitch. Look whos the assistant manager at THE DOLLAR STORE! Now, to me..that is a fuckin loser. Screw her, shes such a cunt it's not even funny. Hahahahaha and the funny thing is, she thinks she can fuckin tell me what to do. Like, today when we pulled back in the driveway, she told me to GO TO YOUR ROOM, GO TO SLEEP AND WHEN YOU WAKE UP DONT EVEN COME UPSTAIRS! LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I just looked at her and laughed, which pissed her off but I don't give a shit. HAHAHA. I just wanted to be like bitch, you can't tell me what to do, i've been my own boss since I was like 10. Although she wouldn't know because she was always at work, since my loser of a dad wouldnt work. And when he had to ''babysit'' us, he'd leave till about 5 minutes before my mom came home. So yea, it was me and my little brother. Home alone, all the time. So, yea. She CAN'T tell me what to do, at all. Period. Dumb Bitch.