what the FUCK
Why the fuck is there ALWAYS something stuck up my fucking mom's ass? I mean, it's like there's this huge, permanent BRANCH that fuckin seems to dig deeper into her ass every fucking day. I can't do a goddamn thing, I can't talk to her just ONCE without her bitching about SOMETHING that's just not up to her expectations in my life. ALWAYS something. Not once have I seen her and she not bitch at me since I've moved out. Even before then.
I fucking.... showed her a picture of my new hair. Blonde with pink. She says "You really don't want to hear my comment about this, but I'm going to make it anyway. It looks like if Mike and Tara had a kid, you'd be it! If you're searching for your own identity, I think you're going in the wrong direction"
What.
The.
FUCK
I fucking.... showed her a picture of my new hair. Blonde with pink. She says "You really don't want to hear my comment about this, but I'm going to make it anyway. It looks like if Mike and Tara had a kid, you'd be it! If you're searching for your own identity, I think you're going in the wrong direction"
What.
The.
FUCK