It's times like this I think about suicide. I swear- if I ever end up hanging from the rafters you can bet money on it that my mom is reason.
That woman has thrown this gigantic fit over cleaning! She's trying to convince us all that we're failures because we don't clean! She wants me to keep the house dusted, do laundry, and just keep the house all around spotless.
And.... I'm just not that person. If she's gonna insist that I be that cleaning person then I really need to hustle out of here.
My thoughts are just amazing :O Sometimes it will be a bitch fest and sometimes it will be me ecstatic about something.
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