just another journal entry...
So, my mother is an arse...
So, my mom brings home KFC for dinner. First off because we have no hot water, the pipes are FROZE. (ick) And I guess she just felt nice.
Let's clarify something... if you have ever had KFC, you can pretty much agree when I say that is about the greasiest food known to mankind. Ever. And I just don't like their chicken all that much. Too much uckiness for my taste.
Anywho's, so I go in, and I don't say a word, I just skip over the chicken, and go to get a biscuit, and some coleslaw, mashed potatoes, and macaroni. And she looks at me and was like, "Don't you want any chicken?" And I was very nonchalent about it, I just said I didn't like it that well and that was that. I was going to eat the rest of the crap/
So, she starts getting all defensive, telling me I'm on a 'high horse' that I seriously need to get off.
(No, I don't like bologna. Can you blame me?)
Well, that took me by surprise, I didn't think it was a big deal, and I say "What is wrong with you?" And she goes into this schpill about how I'm getting on her nerves and I'm too picky. And I bring up the fact that my uncle also does not like KFC chicken. So she says, "Well, if he didn't have Mom to cook for him everyday, I'd bet he'd change his tune."
And by then I'm so confused so my voice gets louder, and I'm like, "I'm not asking you to cook me dinner, I just skipped over the frickin CHICKEN. My god. "
So, instead of eating what I originally would have, I got milk and trapped myself upstairs, and she starts complaining to dad about how I wouldn't eat the chicken.
Honestly, of all things to get angry about.
GET A LIFE, kthnks.
lol, it's all good. :).
So, my mom brings home KFC for dinner. First off because we have no hot water, the pipes are FROZE. (ick) And I guess she just felt nice.
Let's clarify something... if you have ever had KFC, you can pretty much agree when I say that is about the greasiest food known to mankind. Ever. And I just don't like their chicken all that much. Too much uckiness for my taste.
Anywho's, so I go in, and I don't say a word, I just skip over the chicken, and go to get a biscuit, and some coleslaw, mashed potatoes, and macaroni. And she looks at me and was like, "Don't you want any chicken?" And I was very nonchalent about it, I just said I didn't like it that well and that was that. I was going to eat the rest of the crap/
So, she starts getting all defensive, telling me I'm on a 'high horse' that I seriously need to get off.
(No, I don't like bologna. Can you blame me?)
Well, that took me by surprise, I didn't think it was a big deal, and I say "What is wrong with you?" And she goes into this schpill about how I'm getting on her nerves and I'm too picky. And I bring up the fact that my uncle also does not like KFC chicken. So she says, "Well, if he didn't have Mom to cook for him everyday, I'd bet he'd change his tune."
And by then I'm so confused so my voice gets louder, and I'm like, "I'm not asking you to cook me dinner, I just skipped over the frickin CHICKEN. My god. "
So, instead of eating what I originally would have, I got milk and trapped myself upstairs, and she starts complaining to dad about how I wouldn't eat the chicken.
Honestly, of all things to get angry about.
GET A LIFE, kthnks.
lol, it's all good. :).