Here's how it starts. I am sitting at home talking on the phone. My mom gets home. She says go and get ready. I said okay got ready and we left to Target to get school supplies. WE left around 7. I was ready to go by 7:30. I had all my stuff ready I got all I needed. My mom never said anything about staying in Target the whole fucking night. I told her around 7:40 that we needed to get home. for two reasons one I have the first day of school tommorow and I want to be well rested. Two I told my girlfriend I would be on at 8-ish. The night rages on after her going through the lingerie section for like the fourth time, we finally leave. In the car I mentioned about how I was supposed to be online at 8-ish. So her wicked forked tongue lashes out and spews how I am lazy and shit and how I don't do anything right. After this rather horrid expierence, I get an attitude adjustment. We get home and she is still in a bitchy mood and yellin at me and shit. I am not in my room with the couch in front of the door.