About 5

So about 5 min ago i was super pissed. like I'm gonna turn fucking green and start kick babies pissed.
but then i stopped, took a big breath, counted to 10, then grabbed my pipe, what little weed i had and went into the garage to light up. i haven't done that in over a year. the last time i did that was at a friends birthday party.

so yeah, i was killer mad, now, I'm chillin. why i was pissed was because that i finally got a day off. Scott and me planned out a date (well Scott more so then me) we hadn't gone on a real date since we 1st started going out. i looked forward to this all week! like i was crapping rainbow when i woke up this morning. i even looked forward to that all day.

so I'm sitting there crapping out more rainbows (I've now got a collection and selling them to the lucky charms guy so they can put it in cereal) when my mom in all her glory pranced into the living room (okay more like greased herself up, smashed through the door frame, and put us at a level 2 on the rector scale) and demanded to know if i was going out tonight.
i of course told her yes.

she gets pissy and tells me i have to clean up the living room, lees room, and the bathroom, before i go.
well considering world war 2 has fucking nothing on lees room i know right there i wasn't getting out till 12. i bitched back and said that i already had plans and that i told dad about it days before.
she got all fucking pissy. so i texted Scott and told him that i couldn't go.

so i am/was really upset about that. like crying. that was about time i said screw this. and went to the garage.

and yeah, here i am right now. Scott's getting mad at me. bitching at me for being pissy. but i guess he figures i planned it out that way or something. i dunno, i don't understand him at all. Scott is to me that all women kind are to a normal man.
you want them around you but you have no freaking clue how they tick.

but whatever. i don't care. I'm typing, listening to sweet music. even though i have no clue who its is, meh.

wonder when dads bringing home supper. again moms to lazy to even whip out her instant food skills, i swear if my mom could find a ripcord meal that she would have to make only one movement to prepare she would

anyways
back to the supper thing. I'm getting the munches.
crap its getting hard to type. I'm going now. robot chicken.