My head now spins and my ears bleed gold...
...I try so fucking hard, but I can't fit your mold.
what is UP bonitas?!
today= a bowl of your most favorite ice cream with cherries, and whipped cream, and then when you're finished eating it, you find out that the last scoop you ate had a rat's fecal matter in it. yea, thats right. fecal. matter.
woke up early @ 12:26PM [i kid you not, nigs ] and took a shizzower, and caitlin rolled up at my crib around 1:20 ish. went and say Lemony Spikett's A Series of Unfortunate Events, and my, what an unfortunate waste of $4.50 we spent. kiddos, that movie was kinda scary for PG, what is WRONG with nickelodeon these days?!
s-force's masha rolled in 45 minutes later, so during that time we decided to head on over to dollar general. fo sho fo sho. we were checkin out the granny panties. hot hot. ;-)
i wanted to buy me some purdy sunglasses that had 400 UV protection.. haha looks like i'd be blind with dem thangs on!
mamma s-force finally came, and we ski-daddled on over to wally-to the walmart land, so cait could buy some cute inexpensive "unmentionables." went and did the little ole shoppsy, then went to Bath & Body Works to spend my $60 gift card, and i only spent $26, dang holmes. Went to Golden Corral, ate & i head back to mi casa so i could go babysit.
CAME home around 9:30.. go to my room, and see that my stepmom rolled on up into my personal space, looked thru my bags of freshly bought items, and went thru my drawers and under my bed. what the fuck, and i suddenly under complete survailence?
so i calmly asked her why she's gotta do that. and shes all "GO ASK YOUR FATHER TO LOOK AT THAT DISASTER OK! SEE IF IT LOOKS GOOD TO HIM" so whatever her deal is, all i asked was why she had to go thru my shit, and she freaks..
whatever so my dad goes in my room, she follows..and i open 3 drawers: my underwear, socks, and bras drawer (sorry boys if you cant bare to hear this haha) and the bitch goes:
see nothing's folded, the socks arent in pairs on in a line, theres not order what-so-ever.
okay so 1) those were the only things she complained about
2) who the fuck cares if your socks arent folded?
3) does it matter?
4) why do you have to freak out about it?
and so shes all like saying "GO AHEAD I KNOW U WANNA PUNCH ME, YOU WANNA BEAT ME UP BUT YOU WONT BC YOUR FATHER IS IN THE HOUSE RIGHT?! RIGHT, DONT FUCKING DARE DO IT, YOU MAY HURT ME, BUT I CAN HAVE YOU ARREST"
....
what the fuck.lol
i didnt say a damn word and she starts going off like that... haha.. shes a fucking nut-bag.
and that is how fecal matter turns a happy ice cream sundae into a visit to the institution.
that is all kids.
what is UP bonitas?!
today= a bowl of your most favorite ice cream with cherries, and whipped cream, and then when you're finished eating it, you find out that the last scoop you ate had a rat's fecal matter in it. yea, thats right. fecal. matter.
woke up early @ 12:26PM [i kid you not, nigs ] and took a shizzower, and caitlin rolled up at my crib around 1:20 ish. went and say Lemony Spikett's A Series of Unfortunate Events, and my, what an unfortunate waste of $4.50 we spent. kiddos, that movie was kinda scary for PG, what is WRONG with nickelodeon these days?!
s-force's masha rolled in 45 minutes later, so during that time we decided to head on over to dollar general. fo sho fo sho. we were checkin out the granny panties. hot hot. ;-)
i wanted to buy me some purdy sunglasses that had 400 UV protection.. haha looks like i'd be blind with dem thangs on!
mamma s-force finally came, and we ski-daddled on over to wally-to the walmart land, so cait could buy some cute inexpensive "unmentionables." went and did the little ole shoppsy, then went to Bath & Body Works to spend my $60 gift card, and i only spent $26, dang holmes. Went to Golden Corral, ate & i head back to mi casa so i could go babysit.
CAME home around 9:30.. go to my room, and see that my stepmom rolled on up into my personal space, looked thru my bags of freshly bought items, and went thru my drawers and under my bed. what the fuck, and i suddenly under complete survailence?
so i calmly asked her why she's gotta do that. and shes all "GO ASK YOUR FATHER TO LOOK AT THAT DISASTER OK! SEE IF IT LOOKS GOOD TO HIM" so whatever her deal is, all i asked was why she had to go thru my shit, and she freaks..
whatever so my dad goes in my room, she follows..and i open 3 drawers: my underwear, socks, and bras drawer (sorry boys if you cant bare to hear this haha) and the bitch goes:
see nothing's folded, the socks arent in pairs on in a line, theres not order what-so-ever.
okay so 1) those were the only things she complained about
2) who the fuck cares if your socks arent folded?
3) does it matter?
4) why do you have to freak out about it?
and so shes all like saying "GO AHEAD I KNOW U WANNA PUNCH ME, YOU WANNA BEAT ME UP BUT YOU WONT BC YOUR FATHER IS IN THE HOUSE RIGHT?! RIGHT, DONT FUCKING DARE DO IT, YOU MAY HURT ME, BUT I CAN HAVE YOU ARREST"
....
what the fuck.lol
i didnt say a damn word and she starts going off like that... haha.. shes a fucking nut-bag.
and that is how fecal matter turns a happy ice cream sundae into a visit to the institution.
that is all kids.