Food Court Musical

I bet I know what some of you are thinking, "OMG! How can someone hate their family? That's horrible, what a brat or what a b***h!"

Well, here's why :)

My mother is extremely controlling and b****es all the damn time and criticizes every little thing I do five times a freaking day! For example, I leave the door open for two minutes when I'm only getting something and going out again, and she hollers at me about how I'm wasting heat and how she's going to take my Ipod or laptop for a week if I left it open again. Or when I do all of the chores she expects me to do and I do them how she'd see...

Play with your food; to add effect, act like it's a special performance for the people at the next table.
Turn around every thirty-seven seconds to the people at the next table and ask them if your seat is too close, if you're talking too loud, etc.
Whenever you see someone getting up and leaving, bolt to their table and take the tip before the wait-person returns.
Eat REALLY loud; make disgusting noises; slurp EVERY time you take a sip of your drink.
Constantly re-adjust the positions of absolutely EVERYTHING at your table; seats, silverware, dishes, the table itself; and make sure to make...