Yes again.
Got back home at 4:30am cos Judde didn't want to leave 'early' and thus dragging Michelle, Shawn, Yumi and I down with him so kena marah at 8 am. Now to shitass scared to go back to sleep.
HOW TO HIDUP LIKE THIS?!
So she yelled, called me names and revoked my going-out time privs.
Kebabian.
Just goes to show how little she knows about her own daughter.
Close to almost nil.
I wait for me to turn 21 just so that she can run out of things to nag about.
I mean HALLO? Ada ke nak tipu pasal keje bodoh macam sitting at an arab shop til the wee hours with friends playing cards?
I don't go clubbing nor do I partake in any illegal activities!
She should do a survey of all the other mothers about their daughters and realise that snooty british upbringing only lives in her. Even Aunty Lizzy slack dengan her daughters and they've not even reached limbo age yet!
I wonder why she even HAD kids. It's hell for us, the brood, to have to suffer like thus. Plus she's violent too. The fear of kena baling random hurt inflicting objects coupled wih horrible threats of the infliction of pain in intense proportions is too much.
Here's a funny thing for you to see.
Eddie Izzard is fucking hilarious!
WEASEL! WEASEL!
Alrite I'll learn the violin but you wont like it! I'll make a bad noise.
Stop practicing! You sound crap! I have bought a hammer. You may borrow it if you want.
hahahahahahahahaahahhhahahaha...
Back to actual full on rant.
What was I talking about?
Oh yea, the martyr murderer that owns me. Yes her. Ew.
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