Ok so I'm pretty much writing this just to let you know that cleaning ones room absolutely sucks. So I get the whole clean thing... And I don't have anything against it, but FUCK IT.
Seriously, I'm 100% happy with it, and it is only due to the fact that my mother has this chip in her brain that forces her to tell me off, raise her voice about 7.3 octaves and bulge out her eyes like those dogs I hate.
It is some strange obsession of hers it seems, can she not simply get over it?
I'm MESSY. It's NOT going to change... HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
In writing this I'm actually thinking I should just get up and do it, to make her happy, but the stubborn, almost PROUD side of me shall not.
I like doing chores on my clock, in my time, and most of all I hate being told what to do.
Mother just cannot understand this.
I am eighteen, the cleaners are not coming tomorrow, and if it makes you happy, obviously you need to find better things to satisfy your moods.
Life is already complicated mother, save us both the struggle and leave my wonderfully filthy room alone :)
