Yeah, getting sick of my parents lately. They mean well and all that trash, but I got nothing to talk to them about. I'm unemployed, applying for work and waiting. Lots of waiting. That's it. None of the stuff I'm interested in is even on thier radar, except maybe wrestling and Dad doesn't even watch that the same way I do. He rings up to talk to me (three times this week) and I just sit there waiting for him to say something because I already told him everything I can two weeks ago.
So I'm going to see Mum in the city tomorrow. That's cool. We can drink coffee and I can show her around shops none of us can afford anything in. Pollie, she's my auntie that smokes the weed, will be there so that'll be cool. Then I'll call Dad on Sunday night to tell him all the things Mum'll tell him on Monday, then I'm not speaking to them for two weeks.