fucking a . . .
Bleh, I should just go see Wall-E again . . . I do not want to freaking be here when my mom gets back. She makes all these fucking plans, but doesn't actually 'plan' them, then expects me to somehow make up for her missing details myself. No, I only go to that damned restaurant once a year, how the hell am I supposed to remember what my grandparents get there? And I'm seriously lacking in funds at the moment . . . no I'm not using my fucking credit card, there's too much on the damn thing as it is. A lot of which lately is her fault for convincing me to use it. Then she gets all pissy when I point these things out to her (well, didn't mention the credit card thing) . . .
Gah, I do not want to deal with all the damn guilt tripping she's gonna do when she gets here.
Gah, I do not want to deal with all the damn guilt tripping she's gonna do when she gets here.