| Current mood: | cranky |
| Current music: | Jimmy Neutron boy genius |
I baby-sitted for a little while today. My mom and her asshole boyfriend went to see Pirates of the Carribean. She told me I had to babysit. She said I owed her for the 100 dollars she gave me for my dorm room deposit. She told me last week that I would have to watch the little shit this coming weekend. They are going to vacation & aren't planning on being back till after Thursday. She's already arrange for Heather to pick the child up. I don't know if she will or wont. I really don't want to have to pick the kid up though. The crazy cunt of a mother still doesn't know who I am. I really don't want her harrassing me or trying to be my buddy. I bet she would too. Why do crazy people have children? Why does my mother have such bad taste in men? Why do I always get dragged into the middle of these things?
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