good way to start 06
Well, i am yet again, SICK... nice.
Forrest wouldnt call me to see if I could have the kids. Better off I bet, being sick and all. I didnt want to go to sams party and give everyone the plague, but I did want weston to have a good new year, so, i let him go to sams party.
Told him to call me when he wanted to go home..... yet at 345am when he wasnt home yet, i went to sams, only to find a ignorant, stumbling, bumbling fool drooling over some half witted loose slut giving some other retard a lap dance. Who knows how many people he made out with (he had permission to kiss only) but he could have fucking called me at midnight instead of turning off his fucking phone. (AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE DOIN?)He could have stopped drinking after 3 drinks instead of the 6 or 7- for he lost count.
Now, I have puke on my new coat, my new shoes, his new coat, and our new car. He is permeating the smell of vomit and bourbon all over the house, he is passed out in the bed, and I am sleeping on the couch.
So, I fucking PRAY he has a hangover in the morning- for he will be listening to LOUD country, and he hates that alone!, then he can get his ass in the kitchen and clean stinky moldy shit out of my fridge, and wash dishes. Then clean the vomit out of the car, which I left for him... and when the dry cleaners open- he can take the money to pay whatever bill and wash MY COAT!
I fucking hate alcohol. And the way he has been drinking lately, it is ME or IT. PERIOD. I never wanted to marry my father, and I wont. even if it results me living on the street, poor and hungry (which I have friends.... so hopefully not). If he doesnt get his ass together, its over.
MERRY FUCKING NEW YEAR-
OUT
PISSED AS ALL GET OUT!
LBJ
Forrest wouldnt call me to see if I could have the kids. Better off I bet, being sick and all. I didnt want to go to sams party and give everyone the plague, but I did want weston to have a good new year, so, i let him go to sams party.
Told him to call me when he wanted to go home..... yet at 345am when he wasnt home yet, i went to sams, only to find a ignorant, stumbling, bumbling fool drooling over some half witted loose slut giving some other retard a lap dance. Who knows how many people he made out with (he had permission to kiss only) but he could have fucking called me at midnight instead of turning off his fucking phone. (AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE DOIN?)He could have stopped drinking after 3 drinks instead of the 6 or 7- for he lost count.
Now, I have puke on my new coat, my new shoes, his new coat, and our new car. He is permeating the smell of vomit and bourbon all over the house, he is passed out in the bed, and I am sleeping on the couch.
So, I fucking PRAY he has a hangover in the morning- for he will be listening to LOUD country, and he hates that alone!, then he can get his ass in the kitchen and clean stinky moldy shit out of my fridge, and wash dishes. Then clean the vomit out of the car, which I left for him... and when the dry cleaners open- he can take the money to pay whatever bill and wash MY COAT!
I fucking hate alcohol. And the way he has been drinking lately, it is ME or IT. PERIOD. I never wanted to marry my father, and I wont. even if it results me living on the street, poor and hungry (which I have friends.... so hopefully not). If he doesnt get his ass together, its over.
MERRY FUCKING NEW YEAR-
OUT
PISSED AS ALL GET OUT!
LBJ