i swear i'll run,..
"...but you're still children, you still need to be told what to do..."
I hate parents, mostly because they're always out to "protect you" and "keep" you from the dangers of -the world- that's of course not to say that you won't have a seizure in your kitchen one day and drown in your cereal, but that is a different story for a different day. I don't get it, all your life people are always telling you to 'get up, get out and get on!' I know in my personal experience it's like "brenda, you need to act your age, you're not 13 anymore". Fine, the last year I've mananged to keep a decent grade point average, did a ton of voulenteer work in Z-club, marched and played my ass off for the Big Green Slave machine, and as of last month completed my full year at my current place of employment at which I'm often made to deal with IV's, blood, shit, and biting. So now its "Brenda, you're working yourself into the ground" "You're only jsut a kid"
WOW you're a liar then?
'Now its you girls make sure you take of the house and yourselves okay?'
OKAY.. lets see, you need some weird chemical to fight your foot fungus, I need conditioner and a diet coke, we're not going to go into what Sandy needs. So, I'm going to call you, and GRACIOUSLY ask your fucking permission to do something that I have an 80% chance of getting away with. But no, I'm going to make myself the "adult" and ask,..."Hey Brenda, let me call you back"
You're such an ASSHOLE!
I don't get it, really I don't. We're talking driving a MILE! TOPS!!
and no, no, get her to reason it all out to you,
maybe you'll feel justified then.
That's it, you're the "adult"
fucker.
I hate parents, mostly because they're always out to "protect you" and "keep" you from the dangers of -the world- that's of course not to say that you won't have a seizure in your kitchen one day and drown in your cereal, but that is a different story for a different day. I don't get it, all your life people are always telling you to 'get up, get out and get on!' I know in my personal experience it's like "brenda, you need to act your age, you're not 13 anymore". Fine, the last year I've mananged to keep a decent grade point average, did a ton of voulenteer work in Z-club, marched and played my ass off for the Big Green Slave machine, and as of last month completed my full year at my current place of employment at which I'm often made to deal with IV's, blood, shit, and biting. So now its "Brenda, you're working yourself into the ground" "You're only jsut a kid"
WOW you're a liar then?
'Now its you girls make sure you take of the house and yourselves okay?'
OKAY.. lets see, you need some weird chemical to fight your foot fungus, I need conditioner and a diet coke, we're not going to go into what Sandy needs. So, I'm going to call you, and GRACIOUSLY ask your fucking permission to do something that I have an 80% chance of getting away with. But no, I'm going to make myself the "adult" and ask,..."Hey Brenda, let me call you back"
You're such an ASSHOLE!
I don't get it, really I don't. We're talking driving a MILE! TOPS!!
and no, no, get her to reason it all out to you,
maybe you'll feel justified then.
That's it, you're the "adult"
fucker.