2006-12-31 :: 9:34 p.m.
New Years Eve

My mom is here and Kevin and I made dinner. Pasta, Italian sausage, red sauce, salad.

NOW MY STOMACH FEELS BEYOND FULL.

They are watching stupid foot ball game. I'm goofing. I want to finish reading my EW before 2007.

That's my only goal so far. We're watching Buddydog for the week.

He keeps butting my mom in the groin w/his big lion head.

I put a handful of cashews on the table and was eating them one by one and my mom sitting across from me shrieks, ''OH MY GOD! HOW MANY PILLS ARE YOU TAKING THERE?!''

This afternoon I decided to take a nice bubble bath.

I asked my mom a couple times if she needed to use the bathroom.

"NO!''

I'm not in the tub 5 minutes and I hear her ask Kevin, ''HOW LONG DOES SHE USUALLY TAKE A BATH?''

I yell, ''MOM. DO YOU NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM?''

''YES! I HAVE TO GO!''