I'm home in fucking daylight. Haven't left the room today. I have a washing machine stomach & my back's hurting really bad. I actually had a normal sorta mom-kid home-day today. Mom me lunch(ish) tv walking-around-with-a-blanket wake up sleep wake up procrastinating ripping off limewire ellen-on-tv. What else? Oh ! Guess what ticked my Mom off? A Shida in banana-printed boxers, a renoma innerwear tee, barney socks & reluctance to clip my nails.
I'm not complaining. I bought them all with her money, in her presence. Like a dead long time back. Except for the boxers (present from my 17th) & my nails (God-given).
