Today I was talking to my om and she got mad at me because I forgot her friend's son's birthday. No offense but I really don't know him that well, so how should I be able to remember his birthday. Anyways, I had also thrown on a shirt that I wore to a rock concert and lost everyother button. I didn't know we were going anywhere, shoot me. She gets mad because we're running late, our car is turning the engine off by itself everytime we stop at a stoplight and we now have to go and get me a T-shirt to replace the other one. Then she tells me that I should be perfect by now and that I should know what is going on around me. Confusing? Yes, I know it is. IF I WAS F***ING PERFECT I WOULD BE CLONE AND ME AND MY CLONES WOULD RULE THE F***ING WORLD!!!!screamscreamscreamscream