Good gracious.

I swear I'll never do anything to make my mother happy. I quit my job, she's all disappointed and pissy with me. I'm going to be looking for another job. It's like she doesn't understand that I refuse to work a job that I'm not happy with. It's like she doesn't understand that I hold myself and my emotions highly. Whatever. I'll eventualy make her pleased, somehow. Ugh. I finally do something that I feel great and relieved with, and she's all "BLAH BLAH BAD IDEA, BAD IDEA." Fuck her. I'm going to start biking a lot again. I can't remember the last time I rode over like, 10K in a day. NOT COOL, MAN.