its been awhile
hey! im back! well, hmm i went down the shore all week. it was fun and it sucked. hah, but whatever. hmm, i wrote this on the car ride there.. i was angry.
" ah! this week is going to be a fucking disaster. so im in the car, with my whole family, god save me, i told my little sister that she wears too much eye shadow so my dad yelled at me. wtf?? i fucking hate him so much, then he yelled at my mom, sister, and i about how we go back up to where we used to live to get hair cuts. because we waste so much money on gas.. ? even though its like 1/2 hour away and we dont even pay for gas, my dads company does. whatever, we only go up there to get hair cuts when we have to go to other placees around there, like sams and walmart.. ha, and we usually go up there to get him shit. what a fuck head. then he asked my little sister if she turned the heating pad off back at the house, and so i, jokingly was like " yeah, b/c if you didnt our house will burn down and itll be all your fault, even though my dad was the dick head who left it on. now my dads whistling and my sister is humming and its driving me crazy. i fucking hate my dad so much. hes so mean to my mom and i. i hate sitting in the car. i hate seatbelts. i need to stretch my legs. ughh! my little sister is being a nosey bitch! "
yeah...
i have to go to some crazy party with a buncha italians.
i hate italians.
sorry..
ill write more later about my week, b/c i know youre all dying to know.
:) peace
ps. i dont really hate italians.
" ah! this week is going to be a fucking disaster. so im in the car, with my whole family, god save me, i told my little sister that she wears too much eye shadow so my dad yelled at me. wtf?? i fucking hate him so much, then he yelled at my mom, sister, and i about how we go back up to where we used to live to get hair cuts. because we waste so much money on gas.. ? even though its like 1/2 hour away and we dont even pay for gas, my dads company does. whatever, we only go up there to get hair cuts when we have to go to other placees around there, like sams and walmart.. ha, and we usually go up there to get him shit. what a fuck head. then he asked my little sister if she turned the heating pad off back at the house, and so i, jokingly was like " yeah, b/c if you didnt our house will burn down and itll be all your fault, even though my dad was the dick head who left it on. now my dads whistling and my sister is humming and its driving me crazy. i fucking hate my dad so much. hes so mean to my mom and i. i hate sitting in the car. i hate seatbelts. i need to stretch my legs. ughh! my little sister is being a nosey bitch! "
yeah...
i have to go to some crazy party with a buncha italians.
i hate italians.
sorry..
ill write more later about my week, b/c i know youre all dying to know.
:) peace
ps. i dont really hate italians.