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I can officially see that my opinion no longer matters anymore.

I hope I die before I get old and become opinionated like that b***h I call my mother. I'm certain I will in this life of riches and oppourtunity we all live. Well, guess what? The riches are starting to dry up and the oppourtunity is starting to fade. Some of you that read this are gonna ask me, "Just what 'oppourtunity' are you talking about?" The oppourtunity to at least make something of yourself when the chips are down.

She made me madder than a wet hornet today when we were coming back from the LCT. There was a guy playing a saxaphone, minding his business when my mother decides to have a little fun. As we were crossing, she yells this from behind the guy's back. "Get a real job!" That in itself just ******** pissed me off to no ******** end. That led to a arguement between me and her. And now I realize that my opinion doesn't even matter anymore. That and I guess she doesn't know when to enjoy something. I enjoy the music that guy on the corner of 7th and Mass St. plays on his sax. I even gave money to him out of the goodness of my heart. She, on the other hand, doesn't seem to enjoy anything until it's gone.

She'd better. Everything will in fact disappear around her and she won't even realize it. The house: Gone in an instant. Dave's d**k: Gone in an instant. R.J.: Gone in an instant. The car: Gone in an instant. Me: Gone in an instant. Everything she's cherished but never really loved will vanish and she'll be too busy with her own self-righteousness to even notice it. One of these days, RJ's gonna get himself caught in a jam that his own uncle or his girlfriend will not help him out of. One of these days Dave will walk out on her and take some other psuedoattractive bimbo willing to sell her soul just for 15 minutes of some good ol' fashioned ********.

OK, so I do have a sympathetic bone in my body. Is it wrong for me to use it every now and then? It seems to me (according to my mother) that I'm not supposed to.

So... For the rest of the day, I'm not even gonna say a thing to her. She doesn't even deserve it.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.