So all morning im telling my mom we need to go to a pick-a-part. I wake up maybe 9, she comes home i am when are we going? She says we need to do this first, so i say let's get food, but she doesn't want what i want which is fucking rude since im paying. While we're eating i ask when we're going. She says after she goes here. Then we have to pick up my sister and her bf and bring her with us to costco, where my mom needed to go. All three smoke pot in the fuking car god forbid they consider me.

Then they take forever in Costco come out and we're driving back to drop my sister off i ask when we're going to pick-a-part, she says we need to stop by the house. My sister says shes hungry my mom buys her food. At last we go home. My gma orders shit from a town over and my mom goes with her to pick up. By this time im annoyed its past 3 and it takes an hour + to get to the place so im looking online. Theyre gone roughly half an hour. Then she comes home and starts rushing me, like im taking forever. Snapping at me saying "we gotta go. Hurry up." It pisses me off. Ive told her and I've told. God forbid she listens to me. But hey who the fuck am i?