My legs ache from that trip to Ikea. It was fun though, stole precisely eleven pencils and whole strips of paper measuring tape. They ripped off "Hot Bulb" signs off display lights and collected them. Also took my first polaroid... well, he took it.
When I got home it wasn't so fun. Briefly said hi to my mum before heading up to the computer and then five minutes later hear her screaming my name. Ran downstairs and she verbally mauls me.
"Don't say hi to me then! Don't come and give me a hug! You selfish child- NO, I don't want a hug now!"
Um I'm sorry, but what the actual fuck. I never give her hugs. I don't like to.
I don't like her.
She gets so stressy over her work and yet is completely oblivious to my poor dad who has been working day in, day out, almost everyday, for the same company, for twenty-five years straight. She tries to do a day's decent work and has a fucking mental breakdown. Unstable bitch.
Bit of a boring post today but oh well.
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