I'm done, I loathe my household. I come home, it's Friday, it's been a long week of stress, video games calm me down, they make me sane. My darling can-walk-in-front-of-a-jet-engine mother already took my PS3 for a bull**** reason. My mom's boyfriend, the prickwad he is, walks into my room and takes the cords, while I was at school, waiting for the day to end. I'm tellin' ya, Ma, you and your boyfriend certainly have a funny way of persuading me to stay in the US. Respect levels quickly declining, Ma, keep up the good work