Bad moods are served best with a good dose of violence....

I am in a bad mood.

Heh. Then again, I'm always in a bad mood so I guess I'll be overly specific and say I'm in a really bad mood. This probably comes from having to spend most of my day having to be pretend nice to customers all the while thinking of all the chores I have to do. Not to mention I feel sick. I blame my headache.

But Advil will fix everything...yes...Advil...

Lately I've been pondering what would happen if I moved out. I know everyone here thinks I would starve to death and come running home screaming "Mommy!" Heh. Riiiiight. For one thing, I NEVER used the word "Mommy" even as a little kid. It was always the straightforward Mom. You think they could have just a little more confidence in me? It seems their confidence only goes so far as it benefits them. I don't think they realize it just yet..but it's true.

My Mom keeps talking about how she's going to go into business with me and eventually build a really nice house for me. I'm not holding my breath. I'm not even sure I would want to go into business with her. Frankly, I'm tired of people taking advantage of my hard work. Blame the really bad mood, but I'm half tempted to say "No Mom, I'll fend for myself thank you very much. Now LEAVE. ME. ALONE."

She has some major issues with the concept of letting go. The best way I can describe it is "clingy". I remember awhile back I mentioned that I was saving up to take a trip to Japan when I was out of high school. All the sudden she starts making these plans that all include her coming along with me. Um. I wanted to go alone. Or at the very least, with someone who actually shares the same interests as I do in Japanese stuff.

She'd go for the architecture.

Well how lovely for her. Sure, I'd take a quck look at it, but I'd go for the electronics and anime stuff...among other things. But if I went with her, I'd spend the entire time being dragged around seeing nothing but what she wants to see. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.....

I suppose that was enough venting for one blog post. I have successfully succeeded in making my really bad mood even worse. Rejoice all, and praise be my now horrible mood.