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Shit man, I am so tired. This last week has been hectic and I only got a hundred and seventy dollar paycheck. Only seventy-five of that is spendable, and that is going toward my haircut or my phone bill, I don't know which yet, and that leaves me with no spending money! GAY. My mom insists that I get my hair cut because she hates it. I don't give a fuck. Oh well, at least she has something to complain about. That keeps her happy. :| I really should be practicing or cleaning out my room. Oh well.
Kim's son Chris is in serious shit right now. First off, last year he got busted with pot. Then, like a month ago he forgot to pay for some chicken at Wal-Mart and they charged him with shoplifting. Yesterday he brought three chicks home with him and they all got drunk. I swear, I'm ready to kill him. We've talked about drinking and he does talk to me, which is good. At least he's talking to someone, right? And he knows better than to bullshit me, because if it's bad enough I'm going to tell his mom. I got on the phone with him today and was like, "Look, you fucked up. Don't do it again. A) You're too young for that kind of stuff! B) If you insist upon it, don't do it in your own house and make sure that there is at least one sober one among you to play nanny. Because you're going to be a fucking idiot when intoxicated." Yeah. the end. I think that he's really pissed off at me now, because I sound like his mother. :| Whatevs.
Sarah has called me about six times today. She's my stalker. It's official now. FREAK.
Kim's son Chris is in serious shit right now. First off, last year he got busted with pot. Then, like a month ago he forgot to pay for some chicken at Wal-Mart and they charged him with shoplifting. Yesterday he brought three chicks home with him and they all got drunk. I swear, I'm ready to kill him. We've talked about drinking and he does talk to me, which is good. At least he's talking to someone, right? And he knows better than to bullshit me, because if it's bad enough I'm going to tell his mom. I got on the phone with him today and was like, "Look, you fucked up. Don't do it again. A) You're too young for that kind of stuff! B) If you insist upon it, don't do it in your own house and make sure that there is at least one sober one among you to play nanny. Because you're going to be a fucking idiot when intoxicated." Yeah. the end. I think that he's really pissed off at me now, because I sound like his mother. :| Whatevs.
Sarah has called me about six times today. She's my stalker. It's official now. FREAK.