Mistress Darkness

... I hate it, hate it when the first thing I hear in the morning is when my mother feels the need to re-arrange the dirty dishes as loudly as possible. (Yep, the same women who complains about me washing them too late or too becauset he noise disturbes her at least sometimes ... and yet complains other times that I haven't done the dishes around these times.)

Then she leeches around my kitchen radiates her bad mood and is muttering like a brain-dead amobea. Gosh, sometimes I feel like clubbing her with some heavy object. I am soo not going to miss that in the future. Hell, I am probably not even going to miss her. Last time I had my own flat, her presence only annoyed me while when she was away she would always take the time to call and actually listen to me.

But around here she just has to aggravate me and work herself up to a frenzy and then yell some more. If I ever become that old and bitter, will someone here remind me to jump of a building? A very high one?