Day 1260

No, you CAN'T write stuff this good.

Stopped by Pete n' Angela's yesterday to give 'em the dirt. Unfortunately, Angela mistakes listening for the opportunity to render judgement. Whatever. At least I know they know wassup, rather than go through Its distorted filter.

THEN, I get in, Stoney's OUT!!!!! Again!!!!! He took advantage of the gym clause. Ok, THEN he bogarted the remote. Again, his answer was "you don't let ayone use the tv," again ignoring the action that preceded that: neither of them making the bed, EVER. Using the bedroom as a hangout, and leaving it in disarray. And this little shit thinks he has the right to violate my privacy? Amazing. Truly amazing.

But wait, it gets better. It then proceeds to take him out to eat.

No, Virginia, you can't make this stuff up.

So, lets review shall we?

1)I have no right to privacy-my son has the right to monitor my computer use as well as delve into my property.

2)I AM Satan. I must pay each and every bill unassisted, get no credit for this, and not touch anything under the roof I pay for.

3)I am mute: I have no say in anything.

ok, clear enough.