Showing posts with label My Mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Mom. Show all posts

Monday, December 9, 2013

Problems

Ellen was upset on the show today.  Other things.. my dad made it impossible for me to make it online with famous people.  Everyone's scared of what he'll do or he's permeating my life.  He wants us to guess something to do instead and makes it long and drawn out.  I have no life.

I want Ellen's mom to be thought @, too.. so do it!  You nasty experimenter.. or you'll be sorry, obviously.  Well, I don't know who did it, my mom??  Maybe, I'll have to admit I think it was the experimenting.

No one's interested in me.. ya'll keep making my life so cockroachy and all.

It's interesting that people were upset @ Ellen.  She has nothing else to say.  She was upset @ my video, that's why it didn't make sense.  My mom came in and got mad at me, and I didn't seem as cool after that, too.  My dad did that to me going out with him, too.  Are these really okay parents?  No, but they're all I have.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Problem

This lady Sharon Osbourne is coming into my home and doing things like seeing if she can "control" my mom to show she's powerful and better.  How utterly racist and nasty.

Problem

My parents won't stop and shut up with the stream of secret messages!  I'm afraid it will ruin my future daughter!  My age and condition is..  I blame Tim Burton and don't wanna worry @ it too much..

Problems

My mom just left and was so mad at me cuz she said I had an attitude.. and I said I how I was 27..

I hurt my heel cuza my dad.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Problem

My mom just came in the kitchen outta nowhere while I was BAKING.  I don't want her shit in my baking post.  (Sorry, let's just look at it for a little laugh.)

Well, I read Britney Spears again and her rebellious message of hurting Sarah Brightman, I caught it in the wind.  She's just a vicious machine jealous of other people who love Mickey Mouse as much as she does.  We're not all up there as kids.  Some of us have issues and other dreams and lives.

I saw Pink singing with Lily Allen on TV and I was just like ugh another Ellen DeGeneres contraption.  My mom came in and looked at me like I was stupid and tacky and in a feeling way.  She leaned over as if to spell N.  I made some banging and spilled sugar on the flo'.  I think she said I was an accident and she was talking to 1.