Old Mothers tales...

People of the World,

Eurgh! I hate my Mum. She is such a horrible, mean, self-obsessed, over-weight and ugly piece of shit, and she is also mean about my friends behind their backs; calling one of them lardy and another anorexic. All because I wouldn't tidy away my socks and I had a go at my sister, who was mocking me saying; "Oh, Maddie can't sort out her socks because she is different."
I mean, fuck her... fuck them both, my mum and the miserable shit I call *ahem* a sister. Stupid bitches.
Fucking Hell, she is doing it again!!!!!! Can she ever stop?????? Will she ever stop?????
Chances are, she probably won't until I buy her a house in the Carribean. That's OK, though, it means one less wedding invitation to write and one less Cristmas present to buy.
This is the other incident;
"Mum, the 'H' button is stuck,"
"I know, it's because you lot eat your dinner over there."
"No, I don't!"
"Er, toast and stuff? It gets stuck and builds up. But, of course, it's never you..."
Jesus freakin' Christ, if I had her iron in my hand right now I wouldn't hesitate to use it...
And now she is letting my older sister go out, when she was 'supposedly' ill in bed all day! I mean, Abby isn't a very good actress, (though it's her chosen career, laugh out loud at her!!) but to pull a sickie and then go out partying?? Uh, even I thought the dim-witted Barbie doll chav had more sense.
My Mum is just jealous that her youthful days are over, no matter how much she tries to kid herself she is 21, thin and sexy.

Love, Maddie