growl.

I'm terribly, terribly upset.

For some weird reason, my mom has been picking on me for coming home really late. Now... that NORMALLY wouldn't BE a surprise if, say, I came home everyday at three in the morning. BUT I'VE BEEN STAYING HOME FOR THE MOST PART OF LAST MONTH!!!

Growl.

This is even more upsetting because I had legit reasons for coming home late last night. Of course, she thinks I'm lying. Also, she CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME UNDERSTAND MY PASSION FOR PROD WORK. This is what I like to do. She never understood it, not even when I was still in school. She hated my projects, hated my coming home late. True as all mothers are, of course, the minute someone tells her my project was nice... SHE GETS ALL PROUD. EXPLETIVES. EXPLETIVES. EXPLETIVES. SCREAMING EXPLETIVES.

Now I'm once again looking for a diversion from the sometimes drudgery of my main work... SHE FRIGGIN' GETS ON MY CASE!!! I can't stand it. I beg off going out with my friends for the most part and this is what happens the minute I do?!? I STILL WANT TO HAVE SOME SEMBLANCE OF A SOCIAL LIFE... A means of escape from the life I find so redundant and bland.

ARGH.

Save me.