andywarholandall

So, I went to work, only to return home after only an hour and a half. It was great, and this afternoon after eating a burrito of only saffron rice, I played lots of songs on the guitar. But then, my mother called and I guess I acted snippy, and then she got really pissed. I fuck up everything. And yes Devin, I'm complaining, that's usually what I feel like doing. It irks me so much when my mother gest angry at me. I don't like having anything less than a great rapport with those close to me. I finished The Pearl yesterday. Steinbeck is awesome. I have nothing else to say.