Bum

My Mom's mad at me. My Dad and I were telling her to stop being rude (she was really being rude, there is no possible way it could have been seen as anything else) and she got mad at us and left. Then she came home later crying, saying that I don't love her and my Dad is poisoning me against her! Good God!
Somewhere deep down inside I do love my mom, but she drives me fricking nuts all the time! She's the sort of person who asks you to pass the remote when it's right beside her and you're on the other side of the room. Or in the basement. I know she's sick, a disease that can't be cured, but she seems to be fine, going out late to dance and party. And that's good, that means she's getting better. But she's still using the excuse of being sick so that she can't do housework, or something like that. And i love how she says "we'll do this", or "we'll do that" for house work and it ends up being me. It just seems to happen everyday. Apparently, we're the one's with a problem, not her. I just wish there was a way to make her understand that she has a problem! She refuses to believe us!
My Dad told me to apologise. I really didn't want to. For once we had told her the truth and asked her to treat us with respect, and she got furious at us. And it's things like that, that make me all the more madder at her.
I apologised though......I don't think she accepted it.

-Kat

Yay!!-oh........damn.

Yay! I don't have to work today after all!!!! Not. Instead I get my other job where I don't get paid. Working for my mother. Makes me wish I worked all day, everyday because 1) I'd get paid and 2) My boss would be more polite. But my friend lisa is working today. She didn't look too happy. And she discovered the "dungeon", where all the workers get to eat. It smells like rotting meat and bad produce. Yummy.

-kat