ya know it is so great being 32 to the world and fucking 12 to my mom ... it is like being able to lead 2 lives at the same time ... I spent from 10 till 5 working on my dad's website ... and from 6 till 10:30 working on my mom's slides ... all I wanted to do was get out of the house for a little while ... and get some coffee at Starbucks ... and as we are walking out to leave my mom tells me we shouldn't go ... [underlying message I will be bitchy and pissed if you do go so I am subliminally saying you can't go] ... that we waste too much money on Starbucks and it is late ...


am I not old enough to make these decisions for myself ... I mean David and I don't party ... we don't drink ... we don't do drugs ... we eat out once a week [which is cut back to our old 6 times a week] ... we don't go shopping ... we share a car ... all we wanted to do was get some fucking coffee and my mom says no ... it is such bullshit ...


when we moved in here she said she was worried I would resent her ... well I resent her making me feel like I am 12 and that I can't make my own decisions and do what I want to do if I am not hurting myself or anyone else ... I just wanted to get out of the house ... away from this fucking box and get some fresh air ... wind in my face ... but like when I was 12 my mom is deciding what is best for me ... they leave on Friday for a week ... wooohooooooooo