Back in the Saddle
I have ranted sufficiently about my mother.
The woman is nice. She's nice...but still a killer cobra. I had a good time with her when I went back home for four days. I miss her good moods. And in all honesty...I'd rather be back home, to feud with her in person, than here doing it on the phone. Yeah. I wanna go home, is all.
Everytime I come back to this place from a break, the more dismal and yuck it is. I'm out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by cows and academics! I'm not down with that.
The woman is nice. She's nice...but still a killer cobra. I had a good time with her when I went back home for four days. I miss her good moods. And in all honesty...I'd rather be back home, to feud with her in person, than here doing it on the phone. Yeah. I wanna go home, is all.
Everytime I come back to this place from a break, the more dismal and yuck it is. I'm out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by cows and academics! I'm not down with that.
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