i'm so fucking annoyed right now. my mom is here along with my niece, and they won't leave me the hell alone. it was just supposed to be my nice spending the weekend with us so i could take her shopping for new school clothes and supplies and all that good stuff- and now that i think about it, i don't even know why the fuck i agreed to that shit. my mom decided it would be a good idea for her to just come along to "help out" so i could get some rest. well, you know what? i haven't gotten any stinkin' rest. as much as this lady would like to think she's helping, she's soooooooooooooooooooo! not. when she first got here, all she did was talk about how much we paid for this house and how it's too big for just me, Jay, and a baby, and it all just seems like too much for us. "don't get me wrong, i love it. it's gorgeous....it's just.....so....much." and then when i say it's none of her goddamn business how, when, and where we spend our money, i'm the asshole. well, i don't give a fuck.

once she got over that, she started "helping out", organizing and arranging everything the way she thinks it should be and not the way i want it. while i really do appreciate that she wants to help out and did unpack a lot of things i didn't have the patience or nerve to, i want her to stop. just as she's going around putting things where they don't belong, i have to go behind her and do it the right way. again, i'm the asshole cause i'm not letting her do what she came here to do. YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!! GET OUT!!

and of course that big dumb ogre doesn't care because the first thing she cooked was lasagna and a homemade german chocolate cake and "her lasagna is the shit!" and cake turns him into some kind of neanderthal. since when does lasagna trump a back rub and a blow job? you're supposed to agree with me even when i'm hormonal and irrational and that woman is not staying in my house for 2 goddamn months "to help out" when this baby is born. i don't care if she is staying in the guest house. shit is not cool. not cool at all.

my issue with my niece is not as serious, but still she's just as annoying. every time i get a moment to myself and i'm about to close my eyes and drift off to dream land- "TIA! WHERE YOU AT?!" and it's either time for another round of 21 questions or some bullshit about hannah montana. i don't give a fuck about hannah montana. when are you going home? oh, and apparently not wanting to go get in the pool makes me a terrible, terrible aunt. fuck you. you better put on some floaties and hope you don't drown. it's 100 degrees outside and 60 inside. kiss my ass.

i am not in the mood, people.
--i refused to spellcheck @ 3:02 PM | |