Alright, My Fucking Mother once again asks my help in writing an e-mail, and then she tells me what she wants me to write, to the point where she, as usual, is fucking yelling at me for asking questions because I don't understand what the hell she's talking about.  If she thinks she's fucking smart, why in the fuck doesn't she just write the goddamn thing herself?

My God, I fucking hate both of them.