Seriously? Lets be real here... You're not in control of my life anymore. The day I turned 18 was the day I got to stop listening to you. So, sorry that I didn't go get my piercing done at your place. God forbid I go to another professional parlor to get it done. The world might fuckin end now, people. I didn't do what my mom wAnted. God. She just gets on my case so much! It is like if I don't do something the way she wants it, it is automatically wrong. I didn't have time to go to fucking St. Paul to go get a piercing. There is a reputable place two minutes away from my house. I'm going there. The were clean, nice, fast, and decently priced. Quit trying to get me to do what you want me to do. I am no longer under your fucking control. I don't care if it cheaper to go to your sacred temple of piercing. This place is closer, the guy is fucking hot and super awesome, and it is a generally nice place. I have never heard a complaint about them at all. And i probably would spend the same amount of money in the end anyway including gas and whatnot. Sorry that I didn't do what you wanted, but I'm completely happy with my piercing experience. So butt the fuck out of my life and quit telling me what to fucking do. You wonder why I get so pissy with you all the time. You treat me like shit and act like anything other than your way is fucking wrong and I'm sick of it. I'm so done with you treating me like this. I'm only a little snarky bitch with you because you push my buttons. You do it to yourself. So quit bitching that I am such a little snot. Maybe if you acted happy about the decisions I have made in my life more, I would treat you better. But when I grow up being constantly put down for every decision I make, I'm gonna grow up bitter and bitchy. And what do you know. Another rant about you.