the worst day
Today has been the worst day. I sold the book my mom gave to me a few years ago to get money to buy her a present, but it turns out she really wanted me to keep the book and now I feel sad. And she doesn't know why I sold it, so she's upset with me and thinks I don't want the things she gives me. Also, Petsmart won't hire me because "the position has been filled" (at BOTH clearwater locations, yeah right) and EB Games won't hire me because they just forgot to call me back, I guess. Ross, Bealls, Publix, Gamestop and Cingular won't hire me because they would rather stare back with blank expressions. (My brother stole my job at Ross, mind you. He's too pushy, my god, I hate him.) I'm going to apply at Jo-Anne's, Dockside, Walgreens, Eckards, Books-a-million and Winn-Dixie. This sucks so very fucking much. I hate Florida. Mom and Stuart are selling "my" car because the hurricane did too much damage to the condo and they're not going to be able to sell it. So, for the next few months, we'll be eating my car. Anyone want to buy a barely used 03 Mitsubishi Outlander?
It's okay to sell things that belong to me (my computer, my car, my collector's books) to get money for the household, according to my stepdad, but when it comes to HIS SON'S possessions, they're off limits. He doesn't deserve the fucking computer he has, and he doesn't need to be getting fucking 50 dollar computer games on the spur of the moment, if we're so poor! LET ME KEEP MY THINGS. His dishonest little fucktard can fuck himself and NOT get any games for Sunday, for all I care. Also, my stepdad has been throwing out my mail. First, I got a little christian pamphlet thing, and that was no biggie to throw away because it was religious spam and I am notoriously not christian, but still! It had MY name on it, for ME to throw away. Second, my dad sent his child support check and it arrived yesterday. But I didn't get it until this morning when Stuart was out of the house, because when he got the mail yesterday, he sorted through it and CRAMMED MY DAD'S LETTER BACK IN THE BOX. If he hadn't gone away today, I never would have gotten it. ASSHOLE. In the future, when I say "Anything for me?" it means WAS THERE ANY FUCKING MAIL FROM MY DAD THAT YOU CRAMMED IN THE BACK OF THE MAILBOX?! It's like, dude, just because you don't like my father, whom you've never met, doesn't mean you can withhold my mail from him.
Mom says, "Well, at least I didn't marry a guy who beats you." Y'know what? At this point in time, I could use someone to take my frustrations out on. I would rather have a stepdad that beat me instead of being passive-aggressive. That way, I could rip around and slug the motherfucker and he'd get what he had coming to him. In THIS situation, however, he hasn't done anything wrong. Or at least, not that I can prove. Lawfully, I can't hit him. Jeebus. Sigh.
*simmer* I built a giant litter box for my dogs because they seemed to like pooing in the litter, but now that it's actually for them, they won't go in it. Bitches. Literally. My acuvue contacts don't fit and they keep floating downward, so it gets ALL the heck blurry, making me blind. Complaintfest 2k4.
On a brighter note, it's getting cooler. I walked outside and didn't start sweating the minute the air hit me. Winter is coming, yay, I can't wait! Mom got me the entire Please Teacher series with box set for christmas, and I bought myself the Bebop four-disc soundtrack once more. Yay, bebop. I feel like crying, because of the book, though. Greg yelled at mom today (it was so totally heated - he was all like "FUCK YOU" and she was like "WTF?!" and I was like "..." because I was trying to vacuum.) and made it clear, as if it weren't already obvious, that he is the asshole everyone thinks he is. He said, and I quote, "I pity you ALL." When asked why, he replied, "Because you're not me." That's funny, I was just about to thank the Goddess for THE SAME THING!! So, we can hear him yelling at his girlfriend now because she's the "sluttiest girl I [he] know[s]!!!1!!1one!" for letting three boys into her dorm room during a party. WHOAH, OMG, I ABSOLUTELY THOUGHT SHE WAS 20 YEARS OLD AND COULD TAKE CARE OF HERSELF?!?! My bad, how silly of me to make that assumption. She obviously needs him (because he's only 18, yeah) to protect her from the world, other (more "dangerous") guys specifically. Beware the one-eyed snake!
I personally believe she's better off without him, because he doesn't respect her! He all but slaps her if she says the wrong thing, doesn't let her do anything on her own because he 'knows best' and kills her if she nears male friends. ...But what do I know, I've never been in a "serious relationship." I'll more than likely "understand when I'm older."
It's okay to sell things that belong to me (my computer, my car, my collector's books) to get money for the household, according to my stepdad, but when it comes to HIS SON'S possessions, they're off limits. He doesn't deserve the fucking computer he has, and he doesn't need to be getting fucking 50 dollar computer games on the spur of the moment, if we're so poor! LET ME KEEP MY THINGS. His dishonest little fucktard can fuck himself and NOT get any games for Sunday, for all I care. Also, my stepdad has been throwing out my mail. First, I got a little christian pamphlet thing, and that was no biggie to throw away because it was religious spam and I am notoriously not christian, but still! It had MY name on it, for ME to throw away. Second, my dad sent his child support check and it arrived yesterday. But I didn't get it until this morning when Stuart was out of the house, because when he got the mail yesterday, he sorted through it and CRAMMED MY DAD'S LETTER BACK IN THE BOX. If he hadn't gone away today, I never would have gotten it. ASSHOLE. In the future, when I say "Anything for me?" it means WAS THERE ANY FUCKING MAIL FROM MY DAD THAT YOU CRAMMED IN THE BACK OF THE MAILBOX?! It's like, dude, just because you don't like my father, whom you've never met, doesn't mean you can withhold my mail from him.
Mom says, "Well, at least I didn't marry a guy who beats you." Y'know what? At this point in time, I could use someone to take my frustrations out on. I would rather have a stepdad that beat me instead of being passive-aggressive. That way, I could rip around and slug the motherfucker and he'd get what he had coming to him. In THIS situation, however, he hasn't done anything wrong. Or at least, not that I can prove. Lawfully, I can't hit him. Jeebus. Sigh.
*simmer* I built a giant litter box for my dogs because they seemed to like pooing in the litter, but now that it's actually for them, they won't go in it. Bitches. Literally. My acuvue contacts don't fit and they keep floating downward, so it gets ALL the heck blurry, making me blind. Complaintfest 2k4.
On a brighter note, it's getting cooler. I walked outside and didn't start sweating the minute the air hit me. Winter is coming, yay, I can't wait! Mom got me the entire Please Teacher series with box set for christmas, and I bought myself the Bebop four-disc soundtrack once more. Yay, bebop. I feel like crying, because of the book, though. Greg yelled at mom today (it was so totally heated - he was all like "FUCK YOU" and she was like "WTF?!" and I was like "..." because I was trying to vacuum.) and made it clear, as if it weren't already obvious, that he is the asshole everyone thinks he is. He said, and I quote, "I pity you ALL." When asked why, he replied, "Because you're not me." That's funny, I was just about to thank the Goddess for THE SAME THING!! So, we can hear him yelling at his girlfriend now because she's the "sluttiest girl I [he] know[s]!!!1!!1one!" for letting three boys into her dorm room during a party. WHOAH, OMG, I ABSOLUTELY THOUGHT SHE WAS 20 YEARS OLD AND COULD TAKE CARE OF HERSELF?!?! My bad, how silly of me to make that assumption. She obviously needs him (because he's only 18, yeah) to protect her from the world, other (more "dangerous") guys specifically. Beware the one-eyed snake!
I personally believe she's better off without him, because he doesn't respect her! He all but slaps her if she says the wrong thing, doesn't let her do anything on her own because he 'knows best' and kills her if she nears male friends. ...But what do I know, I've never been in a "serious relationship." I'll more than likely "understand when I'm older."