I don't mind the weather
My mother is sucking me dry, monetarily, and its very uncool and I'm so mad. I had like THREE HUNDRED and EIGHTY dollars from my last paycheck that I was all ready to put into my savings account for college emergencies later on but after several instances of spending my own money that my mom promised to pay me back for and then saying "I never said that!" I have ninety dollars total. Probably less, considering the ridiculous cost of gas even in fuel efficient cars like mine. I hate her, so much. She doesn't have a job and she spends so much money. She buys three or four $60 balls of yarn to knit purses and then she gives the purses away. She could sell them. And she bought allthis furniture from Pier One to make a sewing table, including small and large wicker baskets to organize stuff on the shelves and all this other useless shit that only an interior designer would find necessary to have on a sewing table. Oh wait, my mom isn't an interior designer anymore because she quit that job a long time ago. She needs to stop going to Ikea and Northampton every other day and lunch with her friends all the time because honestly, if money is such an issue she should learn to save it or get a job and spend her own money instead like the rest of us. Or she could stop asking why I drive all over the place when really the only places I go are work, the gas station, and Kurt's house. Sometimes destinations in between, but it doesn't matter because my Jetta is efficient with the gas and she drives an Explorer that eats gas like mad.
SHUT UP MOM!
SHUT UP MOM!