Just got off the phone with my Mom. She's coming for a week...in 3 fucking days! Holy shit! How the hell am I supposed to clean to suit her in 3 fucking days! Last visit it took me over a week, and she still found something to criticize! Piss on it. I'm not cleaning anything. She'll just have to suck it up! I mean, I'm not a kid anymore. What's she going to do about it? Not give me my allowance? Ground me? She can't do ANYTHING about it! Except, pick and dig, and tell me how clean my sister's place is. I will have to listen to her go on and on. "How can you live like this?" "How can you find anything?" "You need to get organized." It'd be worth it if I didn't have to listen to her go on about everything else! "What the hell did you do to your hair?" (Oh, shit! I forgot, it's purple!) "Don't you have something nicer to wear?" (You mean slacks, Mom. I don't own a pair of slacks, and I will NEVER own a pair of slacks!) "What! You still don't have a boyfriend?" (I know she really means, What's wrong with you?) "Maybe if you lose a few pounds, dear." For christ sakes, Mom! size 12 is not the end of the world! I have to cancel my plans, give up my bed, shop, shop and SHOP, listen to everything that is going on in everyone's life who I DON"T remember, and I have to have a bedtime...a goddamn bedtime! because you can't fall asleep with unless it's dead quiet. SSSSSHIT! Oh, and I can't swear! "And you eat with that mouth?"
Jesus, I am 32! When does it stop?! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
---Time to start cleaning