The World, my Butt, and other huge problems...

I have noticed that I am a complainer. I have my days where I just talk non-stop about how everything is just so bad, and how he said this and she did that. I am the world's biggest complainer!! Today I decided to complain about dinner, which was a very bad idea. You see I didn't know my mom had a bad day today so off my mouth went when I received my Hot Pocket for dinner. I complained about how I will die of a Hot Pocket over dose if i don't get a home cooked meal soon, and how I know that there are starving children in Africa so send them my pocket of cheese and ham! Or how my butt is getting big with all of this frozen already cooked meals. Ohhh, how my mother went off like a fire cracker! About how i need to appreciate the food she buys and how she doesn't have time to cook anymore. And I felt bad for opening my mouth. I felt so bad that I didn't open my mouth at all except only to eat that dang Hot Pocket. =S :/ :(