grouchy grouchy
somehow, I'm very grouchy when I step into my house after work each day...I have no idea why
prob cos mum usually cleans the house in the day, and she'll throw whatever I have on the floor (usually on my bed n table)...
doesn't that make my whole room messier?
and oohh...lesson learnt for the day...NEVER EVER buy mum anything...cos she always grumbles n seldom appreciate them
try to be nice n all, and such is the crap I get
all of a sudden, I miss my days in Sydney...NO mum around to mess up my room, and at least a bit more appreciation for the things that I do, like sending cards or little items back
argh! sooner or later, this house is juz going to be a hotel where I juz come home to sleep...forget abt eating with at home too
prob cos mum usually cleans the house in the day, and she'll throw whatever I have on the floor (usually on my bed n table)...
doesn't that make my whole room messier?
and oohh...lesson learnt for the day...NEVER EVER buy mum anything...cos she always grumbles n seldom appreciate them
try to be nice n all, and such is the crap I get
all of a sudden, I miss my days in Sydney...NO mum around to mess up my room, and at least a bit more appreciation for the things that I do, like sending cards or little items back
argh! sooner or later, this house is juz going to be a hotel where I juz come home to sleep...forget abt eating with at home too

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