2004-04-27 - 6:08 p.m.
I am assuming that the hobo is gone. Although my neighbor seemed to think that I had been killed by a hobo, but the hobo he saw was only Bledsoe.
My mom tricked me into admitting that there were guys here yesterday. Heh. She didn't really seem to care. But of course she's been being weird today.
When she got home she started crying about how mad she was that she had dropped off some sheets to the Salvation Army-like thrift store. That pissed me right off. God forbid my mother actually do something to help someone!
After that, the other manager of the business that employs us (that was an odd way of putting it) called to tell us that one of the girls that works there (she's 18) is pregnant... again. So my mom was upset about that 'cause that girl is like a daughter to her. And that's not all! Another girl just filed a report claiming that some weird old man that works with us is sexually harrasing her. My mom doesn't believe her.
So yeah, to sum up... my mom is making me aggravated.
Then again, I make myself aggravated...
