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July 18, 2003
Babysitting my kid sister shouldn't be too tough. She's nine... she likes watching TV, it isn't that bad. Until my mom comes into the picture. She's breathing down my fucking neck. She is always calling... sometimes she tells me what there is to eat in the freezer and refrigerator. Like I'm a fucking retard. Believe me, mom, I've no trouble figuring that out. Don't lecture me on how to be a parent - because I'm not one. And anyhow, by my estimations, you have some pretty big faults in that department. You have a lot to learn, but you never will.