The first you notice is that there are no pictures of your mother to be seen. You mother will be quite displeased if she happened to notice this minuscule choice of interior decorating. You better reach into your Resource Manager to update your furniture.
You decide to sit down and watch the hilarious antics of your favorite show VoodooKobra Returns. Yet, the thought of your mother nit-picking your taste of television is too great, and decide to turn it off and sulk.
In Praise of Peace is what you yearn for at the moment, however the thought still lingers in the back of your mind, like an ongoing war that never ends. Your mother is coming over, you think is disbelief.
As you pace around the room, you notice a tiny issue. The tissue box. You know Mother finds this brand utterly repulsive, it bothers and itches her nose. She only uses her LegionWood tissue brand. It looks like you are going to have to spend a fifteen plus hour adventure trying to search for this brand. That or endure her motherly scold.
After having your panic attack, you seem to sit down and sulk some more. You remember a simpler time, when you would practice reading Medina's Stories. Mother used to correct you on all of your mispronunciations and jot them all down menacingly in her notepad and then proceed to repeat them to you. You never enjoyed reading after that.
You stop thinking about your past troubles and revert back to your panic mode. You remember that Mother loves a certain kind of candy, a type of candy that is an Untitled Slate in your mind. You cannot seem to remember this crucial piece of information. Minus one brownie points for you, guess you are not getting socks for Christmas.
You must think you are the worst child in the history of world. You cannot do anything right. You may practice and practice all you want, but Mother always seems to find a way to make you most displeased. Well might as well get the alcohol as you leave you house to get supplies for tonight's displeasing events.
Of course though, you would walk all the way down the stair and out the door only to find your keys not in your left pocket. Mother would attempt to laugh at you and then give you five dollars of illegal money as a bittersweet present. She knows you will take it and not enjoy taking her money, but she also knows you are dirt poor as well.
You return home with your groceries in hand. Seems like you got everything you might need for tonight. You even spent your extra money you were going to use for bills tomorrow for those expensive chocolate candies you saw. Hopefully Mother will be most pleased. You decide to go into your bag to pull out this this lavishing and tacky logo painting. You find it absolutely repulsive but anything you find tacky, Mother enjoys.
While rushing to hang your painting up, you seem to trip on a menacing ball. The physics perplex you. How can a full grown person trip on this little toy. Now it looks like you are going to have to clean up your broken paining pieces as well. Or just leave them.
Well now there is a huge indent in the wall. You have a frame and a painted map that you so adore. Mother will critique and insult it, but at least it covers the damages until you evasively escape. I guess it is time to pull out the Cat Fancy.
Now that the room is tied together, all it needs now is a piece of cultured clothing. You remember that you have a Burqa in your cabinets. You decide to pull that out. Now you look like you did something productive with your life.
Upon grabbing it and setting it on the glass table, you notice a gaming magazine advertising Disgaea 4. You are quite fortunate to come upon this almost fatal error. It would of negated your efforts to appear cultured.
Another one of your favorite shows is on TV, Beavis and Butthead are on at this time. It is a new episode, however you do not want to run the risk of your mother catching you in the act of doing something non-cultured.
