Twat Waffle
Okay, so i'm about...mmm...three in a half nano seconds from bashing my head into the wall of my unfinished basement bedroom. Because when horrible shit happens, it happens all in a nice little bundled up package of fucking shit. Topped off with a sparkly bow. To sum my wonderful day of ass up, I get a strange, slightly out of place text message from my wonderful boyfriend. It read "Let me guess your mad. Baby, please dont be mad." Of course, I am confused. Why would I be mad? We had just gotten off the phone, all was well. He was going to get his cute little ass in the truck at midnight and drive the seven hours to see me before he leaves for boot camp on the 20th. But no...some weird twist of fucking fate decided to put an end to those mushy plans. He calls me, from jail. Apparently, he had been picked up for lord only knows what. And...low and behold there he sits. In jail. Not getting ready to make the very long, boring and tedious drive to Michigan. He sits in a jail cell...in northern Kentucky. Needless to say, im not happy about it. Then, another phone call. My neice is en route to the hospital. Asthma attack gone haywire...again. I'm feeling rather helpless tonight. Jess and I went out, rented Psych, got chicken and potatos (we're real American bitches) and popcorn. And now she's gone. Some weird guy from Michigan now living in Florida keeps messaging me on myspace messenger, and he must enjoy abuse and has yet to pass a 5th grade spelling test. I mean, who the fuck can't spell KEEP?! Ceep??? Really? I'm pretty sure my hillbilly ass boyfriend who is sitting in a Kentucky jail can spell KEEP! So, to sum up my wonderful day...I fucking hate people. Maybe Jess was right...maybe I do have anger management problems. Therapy is hopeless at this point, however. I'm quite sure there's no helping me.
Know what else i think is fucking cute...when people think I care. I don't. If I say I do, im probably lying. Unless your one of the, oh, I don't know half a dozen people I genuinely give a rat's ass about, leave me the hell alone. I don't care about your problems, I don't care that I don't know how to spell your fat boyfriends name, I don't give a fuck what you do for a living. You want someone to talk to? Go talk to a fucking shrink...take my appointment. Fuck off.