Listens: 2pac - Old School

Have I mentioned lately that I can't stand my mother?

She wanted to get online at 6. I told her I need another hour and then I'll be done for the night ... she yells, "WHY?!" (She's got a cold too and she's kind of hoarse ... God, I wish she'd lose her voice completely.) "You've been online for two days! You need to find something else to do with your time."

For the record, she's been out of town since Friday morning and she works full-time. She doesn't have the foggiest idea what I do all day, and no matter how much I tell her, her attitude doesn't change, so I've stopped telling her things. Chunks of the basement have three layers of gleaming white paint ... windows are remarkably cleaner than they were on last inspection ... etc., etc. And she says, "All you ever do is go online." Bitch bitch bitch. I've told her, "You're gone all day, you have no idea what I do," and she falls into this defensive "I can't help being gone all day, I have to work," like I've accused her of neglecting me. She doesn't seem to understand that I don't want her around (even though I think I told her that at least once), I'm just making a point that she shouldn't be acting like she knows what I'm up to when she's not aware of me at all. Damn her.

"I'm sick of this," she says. Get a goddamn cable modem then, genius, and stop bitching at me. My boyfriend is upset and I'd rather talk to him than go sit and wonder if he's feeling any better because you want to check your e-mail.