I honestly want to ask God why the hell he made things called 'curfews'.
My mom gets all over it.
I need to be ON TIME.
If not, I'm practically on house arrest.
Today, she told me I need to be at the house at 10pm.
She picked me up at 10,
grounded me while driving home,
with my friend in the car.
Talk about the love.

Eh, regardless.
I couldn't care less about getting this 'punishment'.
Sure, was supposed to go to someone's tomorrow night,
some freedom away from the house.
But pfft, not important.
Otherwise,
I have stupid work.
On a saturday night,
oh the joy!
It's gross.

What I love is the fact that my mother can be late to pick me up from work,
like past 10.
Yet when it comes to being with friends,
she'll come EARLY.

oh, the irony of that.