My mom won't leave me alone. She wonders why I never come home and she wonders why I constantly pick up more hours at work so I'd be away from home. I can't stand her right now. She needs to just get a fucking job and stay the fuck out of my business. She's been looking for a house for Jeff and I these past couple of days. I appreciate it, yes, because Jeff and I are both busy but damn, when you tell her one thing, like the area we have stay in in order to keep our jobs, she apparently hears something else. She's was looking at houses for us way out by the Beltway and Memorial. She just does not comprehend the words that come out of my mouth. It's like she hears only what she wants to hear. A couple weeks ago we went up to my bank and switched my account over from her name to mine. And I just recently overdrafted. I knew I was going to overdraft so I borrowed money from Jeff to put in my account to avoid an insufficient funds fee. The fuckers charged me the goddamn fee anyway even after I deposited the $20 bucks. My mom will not stay out of business. She will hunt for my checkbook and look at it and call my account and get my current balance and try to log in online and look at all of my transactions. Then she'll bitch at me about it. She wanted to log into my account information online yesterday so bad she ended up locking up my account because I had changed my user i.d. and my password to keep her out of it. So I had to get on the phone this morning and work everything out with the damn bank. I swear to fucking God she's going to drive me fucking insane. I want out of here. Well, today's my day off and I think I'm going to use what's left of it to clean up my car. Vacuum it out and wash it and what-not. She's looking a little rough. Then once Jeff gets off work we're going swimming. I don't know what else we're going to do. Oh yeah. Jeff shaved off his goatee and mustache. He looks so fucking weird. Even his smile is different. He looks a hell of a lot younger though. I like him better with the goatee and mustache. He needs to grow it back. I'm sad now. Bite me.