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i came home tonight and i was hungry. you know, after 4 hours of work and nothing to eat since lunch, you're kinda hungry ya know?
so i go to the fridge...look around. ask my mom whats for supper. shes like: i just had leftovers. and i'm like: well isnt there anything in this house to eat? and shes like: okay i'll make macaroni.
i'm all burnt out on pasta since i have the damn shit every day with those tv dinners. and i dont know how to cook worth shit. so fuckit.
then i slammed the fridge door and i was just about to go to my room, and she slapped me and i slapped her back. then she took my hy-vee shirt and ripped the goddamn pocket.
i hate that bitch.
i'm listening to dave navarro and i feel this way like right now.
especially this line: "where is my mother? where is my father?" on the song "Hungry".
and i really need to write some goddamn songs, but nothing creative comes to mind.
fuck.
i'm such a freak.
then i go to check my email.
just a bunch of fucking hate mail from some stupid pregnant yahoo group that i joined to see if i could learn anything about why people dont use protection when having sex.
and then an email with pictures from march from my greataunt.
but she knows shes better than the whole family so i dont really give a shit.
whatever.
give me a lighter
call the firefighter.
so i go to the fridge...look around. ask my mom whats for supper. shes like: i just had leftovers. and i'm like: well isnt there anything in this house to eat? and shes like: okay i'll make macaroni.
i'm all burnt out on pasta since i have the damn shit every day with those tv dinners. and i dont know how to cook worth shit. so fuckit.
then i slammed the fridge door and i was just about to go to my room, and she slapped me and i slapped her back. then she took my hy-vee shirt and ripped the goddamn pocket.
i hate that bitch.
i'm listening to dave navarro and i feel this way like right now.
especially this line: "where is my mother? where is my father?" on the song "Hungry".
and i really need to write some goddamn songs, but nothing creative comes to mind.
fuck.
i'm such a freak.
then i go to check my email.
just a bunch of fucking hate mail from some stupid pregnant yahoo group that i joined to see if i could learn anything about why people dont use protection when having sex.
and then an email with pictures from march from my greataunt.
but she knows shes better than the whole family so i dont really give a shit.
whatever.
give me a lighter
call the firefighter.