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for the first time in what seems like a long time, i'm not depressed. which is DANDY. i'm just fine being alone, and i'm just fine being with people. im fine being drunk, and im fine being not.
but anyway, story time:
last night this pregnant bitch that lives at my house got drunk. and she went insane. and it was insane. she called my mother:
a piece of shit
a dumbass
a dumb shit
a bitch
and well, i got pissed. because,duh, only i can call my mom that. so i am now very unhappy with lindsey. and she always tries to get me involved in everything "linda! linda! tell them! tell them i didnt drink"
shut up you bitch. yeah, you did drive us home but that doesn't mean you weren't drunk. and just because you down three glasses of wine in the time it takes me to down one does not mean that you only had "like one...kind of" and then, when explaining the situation to my mom, my brother pulled out the almost empty wine bottle to show what lindsey had drank she yells, "you're full of shit! it was like that when i got it. this is a conspiracy! it's just because you guys don't like me! i didn't do anything, i never do anything. this is bullshit BULLSHIT BULLSHIT."
okay, first of all i know for a fact it was not like that when you got it because i helped your drunk ass open it. uh dur! i was just sitting at the table throughout the whole escapade waiting for a punch to be thrown or something equally exciting. but nah, once again i am left with infinite disappointment. bishes.
i was very happy to hear (from both my mom and brother) that she was no longer welcome at our house. but NO! she's here right now and everyone's acting like last night didn't happen. tsk tsk tsk. why can't they ever do that when I fuck up?
supposedly i dont fuck up right. yeah...what in the hell is that supposed to mean?
but anyway, story time:
last night this pregnant bitch that lives at my house got drunk. and she went insane. and it was insane. she called my mother:
a piece of shit
a dumbass
a dumb shit
a bitch
and well, i got pissed. because,duh, only i can call my mom that. so i am now very unhappy with lindsey. and she always tries to get me involved in everything "linda! linda! tell them! tell them i didnt drink"
shut up you bitch. yeah, you did drive us home but that doesn't mean you weren't drunk. and just because you down three glasses of wine in the time it takes me to down one does not mean that you only had "like one...kind of" and then, when explaining the situation to my mom, my brother pulled out the almost empty wine bottle to show what lindsey had drank she yells, "you're full of shit! it was like that when i got it. this is a conspiracy! it's just because you guys don't like me! i didn't do anything, i never do anything. this is bullshit BULLSHIT BULLSHIT."
okay, first of all i know for a fact it was not like that when you got it because i helped your drunk ass open it. uh dur! i was just sitting at the table throughout the whole escapade waiting for a punch to be thrown or something equally exciting. but nah, once again i am left with infinite disappointment. bishes.
i was very happy to hear (from both my mom and brother) that she was no longer welcome at our house. but NO! she's here right now and everyone's acting like last night didn't happen. tsk tsk tsk. why can't they ever do that when I fuck up?
supposedly i dont fuck up right. yeah...what in the hell is that supposed to mean?