el-oh-el, people on MySpace...

I got this message from *ahem* robdznutz:

"SORRY HOLLY IM AN ASS BUT I THINK YOUR CUTE HEY HIT ME UP LATER IF YOU WANT SORRY BUT IM THE LAST ONE UP OUT OF MY FREINDS I KNOW IM A CHAMP! TALK TO U LATER!!!!!"

Oh, people on MySpace are weird and/or stupid.

In other news, I went to see The Simpsons Movie last night. 'Twas great. ( Read more... )

All in all, good summer entertainment.

And...they came home. A day early. And let's commence with the bitch-nagging, O Mother Dear!:

"It doesn't look like you guys did much of anything! These are the same dishes that were left in here when we left, I swear to God. There's no food in here! What did you waste that money on?" THE EXACT WORDS OUT OF HER MOUTH WHEN SHE CAME HOME.

What a fucking bitch.

She and Dad should've just STAYED down there an extra few days. It was a nice week with her gone, let me tell you. It's not like Hunter and I did absolutely nothing. Cleaning was done. Food was bought(and eaten; it's not like Hunter and I will just leave food in the fridge to look pretty and serve no purpose, like Mom does). And I don't know if Mom realizes it, but I HAVE A FUCKING JOB. I worked three eight-hour shifts this week while they were gone. And I knew it. Despite all the cleaning Hunter and I would do, she still wouldn't notice or give us any damn credit. I hate her so much.

Time to find a second job for some more money so I can move the fuck out. It was nice with her gone.