I do not have an interesting life. the only thing that is that interesting is how my mom makes no sense.
Today, I've walked to my grandparents grave a town away. and its about 6 miles. I get home, sit and relax. My mom comes home from foxwoods. She bitches at me and complains how I don't do anything and how lazy I am. She's a bitch. I'm trying to watch a movie and in the other room i see her watching TV. better yet...as soon AS she got home she saw my dog laying next to me on the couch. Shes a family dog. my mom starts bitching and complaining, and she tries to grab my dog by the neck and yank her off.
I started flipping out and like attacked my mom. I had a very good reason to. Your not supposed to grab a dog by its neck!
On the way to the cemetary, four goats came out of no where trying to cross the busiest street. and people were yelling at me. I was all confused...
but yeah anyways. I think I should write a story about my life and how boring it is.