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I didn't go to school today, because my vagina was too angry, and that's why.
I slept until Angy woke me up screaming about a dentist appointment. We had a little talk in the car. She really pissed me off, and it caused me to blow up on my Dad later...even though it isn't his fault she's a bitch. I felt bad, but I probably would have felt worse if I had actually screamed at Angy like I did my Dad because she would make my life hell for a while over it. Poor Dad...he lives with entirely too much estrogen, and not only estrogen, but excitable estrogen.
Angy said something like, "Oh Sam, Sam, Sam...one day you're going to be held accountable." The fact that she thinks that that would piss me off or scare me is actually what pisses me off. As if she has ever been held accountable for anything in her entire life. She should get a job before she complains to me about getting one. But I don't even have the energy to complain about her bullshit right now. I'm sure I could muster it up, but it wouldn't be worth it.
The lady who cleaned my teeth sprayed me with the water thing...a lot. Somehow this leads me to believe she was in impostor of a dental assistant, and had actually escaped from the psych ward. I'm okay with this, though, because she was lots of funny.
Dr. Alongi is still a dick, if anyone wondered.
The rest of the day has been less than eventful. I've been playing guitar a lot. That's all.
I slept until Angy woke me up screaming about a dentist appointment. We had a little talk in the car. She really pissed me off, and it caused me to blow up on my Dad later...even though it isn't his fault she's a bitch. I felt bad, but I probably would have felt worse if I had actually screamed at Angy like I did my Dad because she would make my life hell for a while over it. Poor Dad...he lives with entirely too much estrogen, and not only estrogen, but excitable estrogen.
Angy said something like, "Oh Sam, Sam, Sam...one day you're going to be held accountable." The fact that she thinks that that would piss me off or scare me is actually what pisses me off. As if she has ever been held accountable for anything in her entire life. She should get a job before she complains to me about getting one. But I don't even have the energy to complain about her bullshit right now. I'm sure I could muster it up, but it wouldn't be worth it.
The lady who cleaned my teeth sprayed me with the water thing...a lot. Somehow this leads me to believe she was in impostor of a dental assistant, and had actually escaped from the psych ward. I'm okay with this, though, because she was lots of funny.
Dr. Alongi is still a dick, if anyone wondered.
The rest of the day has been less than eventful. I've been playing guitar a lot. That's all.