Mmm. Morning coffee.
Grandma's physical therapist calling TWICE at an ungodly hour of the morning woke me up. And she heard me complain about it and she called me and asshole and started screaming at me.
Bitch, I have two weeks until I go to college. If I want to sleep 'till noon, then that's my fucking choice. She's still acting like a baby. She can move around but she insists on having every meal brought to her. She wants us to wake up at 7 a.m to make her breakfast when she can do it herself.
I mean, seriously? I'm not your slave. I never will be. Get the fuck up, stop taking zanex and DO SHIT FOR YOURSELF.
My plans? Shirley's house tomorrow, hanging out with Nicole this weekend, and grocery store/Starbucks today.
Last night was funny.
Me: I Shouldn't Be Alive is coming on.
Mom: It's, "I Shouldn't Have Survived."
Me: Nah uh.
Mom: Bet you $5.
Me: You're on!
Mom: -checks- ....Oh. I'll buy you Starbucks tomorrow.
Me: :D
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