This is what my hair looks like without product, at the moment.
Today I went to the Glen to just hang out with Mandy. I walked there, a one-hour affair, and it started raining 5 minutes after I set out.
It was good to talk to Mandy, because she thinks very similarly to me.
I am starting to lose my grip around my mom. She has a problem with every single thing I do. It’s none of her business why I am typing on my laptop, and even when I tell her I’m talking to a friend on MSN, she demands to know who it is. I’m not 15 or something, so fuck off. She nags and nags, and when I tell her she’s nagging, she yells at me, and then says that I was nagging when I discuss handballs in AFL football with my dad. I don’t think she has a fucking clue what nagging actually is, the fuckwit.
How I live is up to me. She can just fuck off and concentrate on actually contributing to this family, like actually getting a job instead of staying home and yelling at us all the time. I still maintain that if she dedicated half the energy she wastes on yelling at us for not doing something that she was meant to do, she can work for a whole day without a problem.