i do. every damn day about my mother. she is so stupid, whether she’s acting or not. she’s either down right stupid or she’s acting that stupid, and that itself is plain stupid. she asks me why im in a bad mood this morning, why i dont want to be at work. GEE. i wonder. she wonders why i dont want to work until 7 tonight. GEE. let me think. ive only told her like three fucking times now. but. im not my sister, and kevzo isn’t my sister’s boyfriend. so of course. why would she remember, or even care.