Happy Fucking Chinese New Years....

It's a New Chinese New Year... a year where everything should be great, and everyone should be at peace.

But at last not everything is so wonderful... at all.

My mom made me come back to Grimsby because 'it would be nice to spend New Years with family... of course, they both slept most of the night before New Years even came.

I didn't want to go because I said 'I have a lot of work to catch up on, it's a bad weekend for me.'

Oh but I went anyways, and now I have a shit ton of work to catch up on.

Not only that but I want them to do me a huge favor and take Miami home for a few weeks because I'm worried Hanzo is sick.

Since the apartment isn't big enough to quarantine two birds separately.

Well she said yes last night, and no this morning.

Like I don't think they realize how big of a deal Hanzo is to me. He's like my best friend. They keep saying 'he's just a bird' but like a dog or cat would be to someone, Hanzo is to me. Not only that but I worked hard to get him... he was like $400 and then $200 for his cage... and ARG.

My parents suck.

I hate New Years.

And I hate EVERYTHING.