Self Destruction

Miming to: All My Life by Foo Fighters
Feeling: self destructive
Losing: everything

Story is I've been in a rather sh*t mood recently. Issues with a few people, working with people I live with, and their mates storming into work argueing over domestics. And do people talk to you like you've got a different side too? My aunt called up this morning and she always ask to speak to Jenny... I mean who the hell is that? And she always asks how we'd arrange to meet up so that my mother (her controlling older sister) doesn't find out. The question to myself is, who's my mother? I've lived with way too many sets of parents, in too many houses, and we've even recently set the record straight with the current "mother" I live with that I've probably once seen her as MY mother once but that was history long gone. Why couldn't the conversation simply have went "we're busy today, can't see you/never want to see you, can we reschedule" because the truth is it's her who keeps calling me up saying her daughter wants to see me!

Oh and according to MSN I've just commited the last of the 7 deadly sins of blogging... happy reading!