Steph is bringing sexy back
Yay for my cousin.
She has her myspace again!
*tears* Its been...so...long...
Anyhow its really fucking cold. And I'm freezing my everloving nipples off.
And it's pissing me off that it's so cold.
So, tomorrow's Halloween again, huh? It would figure. Because I hate Halloween. Every year, my Halloween gets worse and worse. So I tend to hate the holiday with everything in me.
Anyhow, my mom's been, yes, once again, pissing me off and talking shit about me. I hate when she does that. Because, well, why does she feel the need to do it? I'm her daughter, not her live-in maid/best friend. I'm her fucking child, not some person she took in off the street.
But she doesn't see it that way.
I noticed for the past month that she's been leaving me home with the girls a lot. Which sucks, cuz I get no peace. And because I prefer to call Corey when she's not home so I can hear him talking (he's an extremely quiet person) without my mother's loud booming voice in the background.
But instead of my mom, I have Abby telling me my boobs are great.
WTF?
Why is my family so fucking insane? I can't even stand them anymore. But I can't do anything legally for another eleven months, which pisses me the fuck off because I feel trapped.
But anyway. Next Saturday, the guys from The Upside Down Show are going to be doing thier comedy act at the theatre in Sugar Loaf. The Umbilical Brothers, they're called. My mom really wants to go and I have to admit, I do too, because they're fucking hilarious. I hope my mom actually plans on getting tickets.
And I'm also a little miffed because my drug test for Shop Rite was supposed to be coming back soon. Like, before today. And they still haven't called back. I don't do drugs, so I'm not worried, but what, may I ask, is taking it so damned long?
Oh. My grandparent's dog, Lucy, who my aunt was taking care of since my grandpa died, ran away on my grandma's birthday, last Sunday. She was 14, and they don't think she's alive. So my aunt is looking for a new dog. She wants a black Cockapoo puppy, because Lucy was a black cockapoo. My aunt's really distraught by Lucy's dissapearance.
Weird things have been happening to my aunt anyhow. The night before Lucy dissapeared, my brother saw a man in a black trenchcoat standing at the end of her driveway at 11:30 at night.
This past Saturday, at about 9pm, two guys in black trenchcoats came up to the door and said they were the press, and that they were researching a crime that had happened next door that entailed a woman branding her boyfriend's butt with a cattle iron. (Straight out of motherfucking Jackass 2)
It was just my Uncle Bob, my brother and I, so we were all just kind of like, "Ohhhkay,"
But when my aunt and my mom got home they thought it was weird and called the cops and asked them if that had really happened.
The cops had no idea what the fuck those guys were talking about.
I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since last night. I should really go get something.
She has her myspace again!
*tears* Its been...so...long...
Anyhow its really fucking cold. And I'm freezing my everloving nipples off.
And it's pissing me off that it's so cold.
So, tomorrow's Halloween again, huh? It would figure. Because I hate Halloween. Every year, my Halloween gets worse and worse. So I tend to hate the holiday with everything in me.
Anyhow, my mom's been, yes, once again, pissing me off and talking shit about me. I hate when she does that. Because, well, why does she feel the need to do it? I'm her daughter, not her live-in maid/best friend. I'm her fucking child, not some person she took in off the street.
But she doesn't see it that way.
I noticed for the past month that she's been leaving me home with the girls a lot. Which sucks, cuz I get no peace. And because I prefer to call Corey when she's not home so I can hear him talking (he's an extremely quiet person) without my mother's loud booming voice in the background.
But instead of my mom, I have Abby telling me my boobs are great.
WTF?
Why is my family so fucking insane? I can't even stand them anymore. But I can't do anything legally for another eleven months, which pisses me the fuck off because I feel trapped.
But anyway. Next Saturday, the guys from The Upside Down Show are going to be doing thier comedy act at the theatre in Sugar Loaf. The Umbilical Brothers, they're called. My mom really wants to go and I have to admit, I do too, because they're fucking hilarious. I hope my mom actually plans on getting tickets.
And I'm also a little miffed because my drug test for Shop Rite was supposed to be coming back soon. Like, before today. And they still haven't called back. I don't do drugs, so I'm not worried, but what, may I ask, is taking it so damned long?
Oh. My grandparent's dog, Lucy, who my aunt was taking care of since my grandpa died, ran away on my grandma's birthday, last Sunday. She was 14, and they don't think she's alive. So my aunt is looking for a new dog. She wants a black Cockapoo puppy, because Lucy was a black cockapoo. My aunt's really distraught by Lucy's dissapearance.
Weird things have been happening to my aunt anyhow. The night before Lucy dissapeared, my brother saw a man in a black trenchcoat standing at the end of her driveway at 11:30 at night.
This past Saturday, at about 9pm, two guys in black trenchcoats came up to the door and said they were the press, and that they were researching a crime that had happened next door that entailed a woman branding her boyfriend's butt with a cattle iron. (Straight out of motherfucking Jackass 2)
It was just my Uncle Bob, my brother and I, so we were all just kind of like, "Ohhhkay,"
But when my aunt and my mom got home they thought it was weird and called the cops and asked them if that had really happened.
The cops had no idea what the fuck those guys were talking about.
I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since last night. I should really go get something.