my mother and brother has conspired to come to my flat after x-mas and tidy up. i told them i wont open the door if they do. fuck that.
mongoloids and bed-wetters needs their parents to come over and tidy up. if i wade around in laudry and shit, its because:
i dont care
"but girls will be totally disgusted when you invite them over"
do they even KNOW me!?
i even told her right out: "i have NO friends. why the fuck should i care!?"
today she asked me if i had party-plans.
im almost 30, and my mother still believes i am heading for a nice job, a nice wife, lots of nice friends and nice things.
i know why she believes it, shes nice and all... but sometimes i wish they could just be realistic about stuff.
forcefully tidying my room, against my will, will do nothing to improve my quality of life. nothing.