Is Anyone Out There Willing To Shoot Me In The Head?
I have no time for this damn journal. My grandmother is back. As soon as she leaves, my sister (and her hell-spawn and boyfriend) will be moving back into my parent's house for the summer. Which means I will be living at the Gallery or with Lexi. And if I move in with Lexi, I might as well just go right back to The Red Inn and marry the psycho bitch. (I don't want to get into a long explanation, so if you need to know about The Red Inn, go read the entry from May 18th 2003...)
Finals are coming up soon, I have to shuffle three jobs (and possibly quit one), my father's an asshole, my grandmother's still telling religious jokes that nobody understands, my car sounds like shit and will most likely explode again, the Plum Island airport is back in full swing so planes are buzzing my house every minute of every day, Jake-Jake-Jacob has discovered the fine art of howling, and the next tourist to stop me on my morning run with an "Excuse me, sweetheart, do you live around here?" is going to die slowly and painfully.
There. That was fun. In the sense that it's not, really, but I don't care anymore.
At least this made me laugh...
Seriously. Read The Description...
Finals are coming up soon, I have to shuffle three jobs (and possibly quit one), my father's an asshole, my grandmother's still telling religious jokes that nobody understands, my car sounds like shit and will most likely explode again, the Plum Island airport is back in full swing so planes are buzzing my house every minute of every day, Jake-Jake-Jacob has discovered the fine art of howling, and the next tourist to stop me on my morning run with an "Excuse me, sweetheart, do you live around here?" is going to die slowly and painfully.
There. That was fun. In the sense that it's not, really, but I don't care anymore.
At least this made me laugh...
Seriously. Read The Description...