Dear mother;

This is why we don't let you entertain and cook meat at the same time. I don't care if you "worked hard" on it. I "work hard" on nearly everything i cook, and i still understand that if it's bad or overcooked, then it's not anywhere near ambrosia. Also i know that when you get into that annoying nasil-clogged half-drunk-tired mood of yours, I should be staying the hell out of your vision. Not because you're an angry drunk, but because you're an annoying and/or a "my way is always right" drunk.

even more then normal. lova ya mom, but would you mind buggering off and letting me play my godamn game? i have work in the morning and what little time i have to be awake this evening i'd like to ENJOY.

no love, me.