What the fuck. What the fuck.

My parents give me grief when they interogate me about everything, bitch about the fact I have a social life, forget everything I tell them - when I tell them repeatedly what I'll be doing. ><;; Like I told them repeatedly I was going out last Saturday... 'Oh... you're going out?' YES. Deal with it. I don't paticularly want a job this summer; nowhere will hire me.

Now she'll bitch at me for wanting to eat, no doubt.