I.Hate.My.Mother.

Hello,
What is the word, Mr. Bird?

Anywho! I got in a fight with my stupid mother (again) about how "it's my house too", and "it's a free country", and how "if you give something to someone it's theirs not yours". OH! And she ALWAYS throws what my therapist says in my face. And then she's all "Fuck this! It doesen't matter what that bitch said!"
I.
Hate.
My.
Mother.

We do NOT see eye-to-eye. More fat-ass-to-yellow-hair.
And what do I do when I feel something is unfair?
Scream. Swear. Storm off.
I went for a bike ride for like an hour, and came back didn;t saya word. She's sitting on the couch givving me death glares as I walk to the Office. I'm all "WTF?" and, dude, I can just tell I'm gonna get majorly bitched at because 'Mikey' was here. And 'Mike desirves your respect" and "Mike never did anything to you".
Yes, he did. He brainwashed my fucking mother!
So I don't know if I'm going to the Garage tomorrow night.

Peace, Love, PLURR
Oliver_<3