My mom is pissing me off, yet again.
One wednesday I asked her if I could dye my hair.. you know, touch up my roots. They're horrible. She said we'd do it the next night. Thursday night rolls around, "I don't feel good. We'll do it tomorrow" Were here exact words.
Friday:
"I still don't feel good"
Saturday:
"We'll do it tomorrow morning, promise."
Sunday
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