I don't ask, yet he still tells

Dipshit shuffles in a mere 5 minutes after I get home. He asks how my Mother's Day was. I barely have the strength and patience for ANY kind of reply, so give him one of my mumbling, "eh, it was alright," completely non-interested in chatting ones. I barely looked at him, either. A couple awkward seconds pass. When it's clear i'm not RETURNING the query -- because I DON'T FUCKING CARE, and I don't give two shits HOW awful and cold that sounds -- he decides to fucking volunteer how his day was. It was a NICE TIME with mom AND grandma! YAY! Fucking great! Good for fucking you, Dipshit! Now shut the fuck up and slink back into your room, close the door, lower the TV volume, stay the fuck off your cell, and go to bed. I have NO interest in talking to you. Don't ask OR tell me ANYthing.