May 12th, 2010

Well Shit (John)

will the banjo music in my head plz stop?!

Mom asked me to drive her to the grocery store this afternoon because she'd taken her pain meds and couldn't drive. Though that didn't frelling stop her from gossiping for twenty minutes with a friend after she spotted her in the store once we'd cashed out.

Yak, yak, yak, yak.

What's really bad is it was stuff she's already told me about at least three times since I've been here.

I was in hell. I kept trying to eek my way towards the door but mom kept hold of the grocery cart. *snerk*

Ya know...I thought it was bad having to endure that as a kid, its worse when you're adult having to listen to it because the other person (who I don't even KNOW) actually expects input from me for some reason. I honestly don't care people!

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