Dear Mom [April 11th]

Dear Mom,

I'm hungry. I know, I am 20 years old, I can cook my own food but I am simply a lazy 20 year old. I would appreciate some eggs and onions with a bagel accompanied by a nice glass of tea. Sweet prefered. I will pay you back on Mother's day. Promise.

My Questions for the day since apparently mother's know everything (cause father's are always no where to be seen).

1. Why can't I call you Mahma? I got it from Hannah Montana just for you! Doesn't that show you how much I love you?
2. Would it be appropriate to Egg the Princess and Her Secret Lesbian Lover's cars at midnight in a batman costume? It sounds pretty enticing. I need to know so I can order my costume.
3. How do you feel about Pizza Rolls and Frosted Flakes? Sounds pretty fucking amazing.
4. Do you think it would be very appropriate to read a book called 365 positions of the year while on the plane with your boyfriend? I mean, I am really thinking that joining the Mile High club is the path for me.

Okay now on to the best part of the day: RANTING MY HEART OUT! <3

Topic of today? My dad. Oh shit, NO. I. DIDN'T! By the way, I know he is reading this. It's kind of like therapy. For the young and stupid but therapy non the less.Therapy sucks by the way. I hate when people try to disect your mind. My mind is at it's most fragile state currently. I need this brain thank you. Not really but in a couple years I may need it.

Dads... yeah. I have one but he isn't really a dad. He's a father. A biological term for the man. Just saying.
I really don't like his wife. Not many people do but that's okay cause I can live with that. What i cannot live with is his idiotic behavior when it comes to his child. Yes, I hold grudges and damn I can hold them for a long time. By the way dad, yes I am still mad at you. I just know how to hide it very well. just saying. Oh this will fuck me in the end but personally, I don't give a hell. I have lived most of my life with just knowing and having one parent, what is the rest of my life? Nothing is gonna change.
Now why don't I like this woman my father is married to? (This is going to be beautiful. Like a masterpiece). I shall write this part as if I am speaking to her (if I ever did talk to her like this I would probably do it behind a fence).
I do not like this female because first off, you are not my mother, nor did you ever take an effort to be a step mother to me. My dad paying child support is not being a parent. Just saying. I can get a couple parenting for step parents for you if you would like. Not like they are of any use now. Telling me that my FATHER can't go to my graduation was uncalled. How would you feel if I kidnapped my dad and shoved him in a closet on the day you two re-new your vow (God Help Me) and told you that you can't see him or have him? You'd want to beat my ass wouldn't you? Now take what you told me and combine that with the undying passion of strong (like venom) dislike I have for you after hearing my dad tell me that if I get married I have to invite his female in order for him to show up. Yeah, you are on the list of people I do not want me children being associated with. Forwarning by the way.
Now point two: No one I talk to who knows you (besides Grandma but her opinion doesn't count in this) likes you. But we know your feelings for us are all the same. I, non-secretly, wish my dad married Aaryka. Just saying. She's more my step mom then you. I really like talking to her and I enjoy her company and I would have had more to do with my dad then the entire time I got since you two got hitched.
Now I will stop there. No one wants to hear more about this. Plus I am trying to be nice.

What have I learned today? Nothing. Except my stomach is hungry. And my room is a mess. And I am deprived of human contact right now cause I do not want to get out of bed. Probably should. But its too much work... urgh. What a life.

Your amazingly dorky eldest (and coolest, admit it).