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so friday... yeah, it really sucked, but that's ok because i saw it coming...
saturday, my mom and i were supposed to go shopping, and casey was going to come too, but that all got screwed over when my step-dad decided to act like a fucking 2-year-old, all because he was complaining that the "dishes" (which were pretty much not there) and the mountain of laundry that was on our couch had to be "taken care of" before we could go anywhere. my mom, being as efficient as she is, started naming off stuff that had to be done and she mentioned something about needing to pick up the leaves and he threw a fucking temper-tantrum because he had cut the grass the night before and was totally flippin out because he apperently couldn't see the leaves that he had piled in front of the "leaves bin" (as my little brother calls it) instead of picking them up and the leaves on the deck and in the flower beds and such. so, while all of this is going on, logan and i are trying to finish our breakfast and when i look at logan, i realize i have never seen him look so scared. i took him into his room to get some toys to take his mind off of the screaming that continued behind us. then, i went and brought him in my room and i went into the living room with the intent of laying a "guilt trip" on my parents for scaring my little brother and got bitched at for not being in my room...
>>>>>>>rest later<<<<<<<<
<3,
ari
saturday, my mom and i were supposed to go shopping, and casey was going to come too, but that all got screwed over when my step-dad decided to act like a fucking 2-year-old, all because he was complaining that the "dishes" (which were pretty much not there) and the mountain of laundry that was on our couch had to be "taken care of" before we could go anywhere. my mom, being as efficient as she is, started naming off stuff that had to be done and she mentioned something about needing to pick up the leaves and he threw a fucking temper-tantrum because he had cut the grass the night before and was totally flippin out because he apperently couldn't see the leaves that he had piled in front of the "leaves bin" (as my little brother calls it) instead of picking them up and the leaves on the deck and in the flower beds and such. so, while all of this is going on, logan and i are trying to finish our breakfast and when i look at logan, i realize i have never seen him look so scared. i took him into his room to get some toys to take his mind off of the screaming that continued behind us. then, i went and brought him in my room and i went into the living room with the intent of laying a "guilt trip" on my parents for scaring my little brother and got bitched at for not being in my room...
>>>>>>>rest later<<<<<<<<
<3,
ari