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Sunday, June 27, 2004

Yes a good old sunday afternoon alone at home with my dear mother. oh how inpiring and delightful she is. i absolutely adore her prescence and helpful thoughts (nag) she gives. oh absolutely fabulous!!! yeah like fucking real... grrr

1) "YOU ARE WASTING THE SOUP! WHY CANT YOU DRINK MORE" as said by my mum. aparently i am wasting the soup by eating is with rice. and she wants me to eat more. so i wont waste it?
2) YOU ARE A STUPID RUDE ARROGANT BOY!!!??WHY ARE YOU BEING SO RUDE TO ME??!!! HUH!!?? HAH!?? YOU STOOPID CHILD!!! <-- very polite mum
3) why cant u just grow up and leave this place.. (so you can be all alone?) <-- HAHA NICE
4) when i use the com: "WHY CANT U STUDY"
5) when i study: "you should be relaxing before the exam. loose stress"
6) "i am your parent therefore you should listen to me" <--- really i thought it was the other way around.
7) "why is it when sometimes i call you u dont pick up! i am just going to cut ure bill!" <--- yeah so you can NEVER contact me.. wow smart mum...
8) "i love you.." ultimate irony

- pissed off with mum.hope you got the message. AHAHAH

James Barr at 12:28 AM

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