Same Ol' Shyt
Been a pretty hectic week for me. Term papers being thrown at my unsuspecting face, exams being shoved up my ass...not a good week for Da Wolf. Been cranky and tired all week. Can't wait for Thanksgiving. I need a fuckin' break from college.
My uncle is going through his shit again. He's become depressed, slipped back into drinking a week ago, and now has a case of agoraphobia [fear of people]. That means he's too scared to leave the house, believing that these people [whom I never see or met that have formed a conspiracy] are all over the place, messing with him. Sigh...I'm not in the mood for this crap again, that's for sure. The last time, he almost killed himself in front of him with a knife to his wrist. I'm still a little bit traumatized whenever I look at a knife because of that. Since then, me and him aren't and will never be the same. I tried to get to know him. I tried to like him. I even tried to respect him. But I can't anymore. He just turned 44 and he acts younger than me [I'm 23]. He does this shit for attention, and he usually bothers me to get it.
Last week, I had to buy a new mouse for the computer because of him. He had lent me one months ago after the one I had for 5 years died out on me. He started bugging me about the mouse after I was using it for school and stuff, saying that he needed it because he has two computers and one of his mice died [because of the people who have this stupid conspiracy against him ::rolls eyes::]. Anyway, I had bought a wireless mouse to use, which ironically wasn't compatible with my computer. So I gave that one to my uncle so he could use it, and it worked for him. He paid me 10 bucks for it too, meaning we made an exchange for our mice. I had his, and he had mine. We were even, right? When it comes to my Indian Giver of an uncle, it's never even. The wireless mouse died on him and he kept calling my cell so I could GIVE him back the one he had paid me for. Here I was, typing an important term paper that was 30 percent of my grade, and all he cares about is his stupid mouse. He even called my cousin for one at his job too. Anyway, I couldn't deal with it anymore. So I had to go out to Circuit City and buy another mouse, and I gave him back the one he had given me in exchange for my wireless mouse. What a fuckin' jerk. Never giving or lending him anything again.
Back to the point I'm trying to make. My uncle is a motherfuckin' nutjob. I'm done trying to respect him as family. He's like Urkel from Family Matters, except he lives right down from me and he's my blood. He doesn't think he's crazy [he is, trust me] and he cries and pouts and bugs people just for attention. My grandma [who lives with him because he's her "baby"] is really sick and she has to deal with his crap. My mom is tired of him. I'm tired of him. My extended family is tired of him. I wish he'd just get a fuckin' life for once. I can't wait until I'm financially stable enough to move away from here, just to get far away from my uncle as possible.
Strangely, my mom and I have been on really good terms lately. We talk more often than ever now. It's like we're becoming best friends and stuff. She finally knows I'm not a virgin [though she had suspected I'd lost it years ago] and we just talk about things I never dreamed we'd ever talk about. I mean c'mon, she's my mom! But it's been real good. She doesn't get on my nerves anymore. And since we have a common enemy [my uncle], it seems to help us bond more. She wants to kick my uncle's ass and throw him out. Awww...I love my mommy LoL.
P.S. Today is the 5 year anniversary of Matt and I meeting in a wrestling chatroom [remember those days?]. Just wanted to wish Matt a happy 5th anniversary. Love ya bro. Stop working too much LoL! Eh, I guess it's better than watching Passions, huh? He's still waiting for Danger TV. Bless his heart...
[Don't worry Romeo, I'll give you a shoutout in mid-January.]
My uncle is going through his shit again. He's become depressed, slipped back into drinking a week ago, and now has a case of agoraphobia [fear of people]. That means he's too scared to leave the house, believing that these people [whom I never see or met that have formed a conspiracy] are all over the place, messing with him. Sigh...I'm not in the mood for this crap again, that's for sure. The last time, he almost killed himself in front of him with a knife to his wrist. I'm still a little bit traumatized whenever I look at a knife because of that. Since then, me and him aren't and will never be the same. I tried to get to know him. I tried to like him. I even tried to respect him. But I can't anymore. He just turned 44 and he acts younger than me [I'm 23]. He does this shit for attention, and he usually bothers me to get it.
Last week, I had to buy a new mouse for the computer because of him. He had lent me one months ago after the one I had for 5 years died out on me. He started bugging me about the mouse after I was using it for school and stuff, saying that he needed it because he has two computers and one of his mice died [because of the people who have this stupid conspiracy against him ::rolls eyes::]. Anyway, I had bought a wireless mouse to use, which ironically wasn't compatible with my computer. So I gave that one to my uncle so he could use it, and it worked for him. He paid me 10 bucks for it too, meaning we made an exchange for our mice. I had his, and he had mine. We were even, right? When it comes to my Indian Giver of an uncle, it's never even. The wireless mouse died on him and he kept calling my cell so I could GIVE him back the one he had paid me for. Here I was, typing an important term paper that was 30 percent of my grade, and all he cares about is his stupid mouse. He even called my cousin for one at his job too. Anyway, I couldn't deal with it anymore. So I had to go out to Circuit City and buy another mouse, and I gave him back the one he had given me in exchange for my wireless mouse. What a fuckin' jerk. Never giving or lending him anything again.
Back to the point I'm trying to make. My uncle is a motherfuckin' nutjob. I'm done trying to respect him as family. He's like Urkel from Family Matters, except he lives right down from me and he's my blood. He doesn't think he's crazy [he is, trust me] and he cries and pouts and bugs people just for attention. My grandma [who lives with him because he's her "baby"] is really sick and she has to deal with his crap. My mom is tired of him. I'm tired of him. My extended family is tired of him. I wish he'd just get a fuckin' life for once. I can't wait until I'm financially stable enough to move away from here, just to get far away from my uncle as possible.
Strangely, my mom and I have been on really good terms lately. We talk more often than ever now. It's like we're becoming best friends and stuff. She finally knows I'm not a virgin [though she had suspected I'd lost it years ago] and we just talk about things I never dreamed we'd ever talk about. I mean c'mon, she's my mom! But it's been real good. She doesn't get on my nerves anymore. And since we have a common enemy [my uncle], it seems to help us bond more. She wants to kick my uncle's ass and throw him out. Awww...I love my mommy LoL.
P.S. Today is the 5 year anniversary of Matt and I meeting in a wrestling chatroom [remember those days?]. Just wanted to wish Matt a happy 5th anniversary. Love ya bro. Stop working too much LoL! Eh, I guess it's better than watching Passions, huh? He's still waiting for Danger TV. Bless his heart...
[Don't worry Romeo, I'll give you a shoutout in mid-January.]