It's already panned out like ont of those evenings which is just going to be fucking wank!

First of all mum gets home and complains she's hungry, babrely any food in the house she refuses for anyone to go ou and buy food as she wants something from within the house already (????) then my dad is making her something and she's like...ooooh i don't know if i'll like it...and my dad is saying 'well you asked from ANYTHING from within the house so up yours...basically....

Then i was sat in the living room watching The Simpsons and she walks in begins to huff and puff and says oooo i wanted to watch deal or no deal, but i guess i can't..being the martyr that she is....and then she says that she wants to sit in the seat i was sat in !!!!!! there are 7 possible places to sit in my living room!!!!!!!!!!! so i just threw down the controls and walked out...what a fucking self centered tart bag!!!

Rant over.