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well, apparently my mom is on her own personal mission to make me cook every fucking meal now that i am home from school. geez! i know it helps her out a lot but i did not come home to spend every waking hour cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry. it really is fucking disgusting how my dad and brothers trash the house and give no regard to put forth an effort and clean it up. it's not a man's job. well, it's not my fucking job either!! another reason why i don't want to marry, settle down, and start a family. if i make a mess i clean it up. but i only wanna clean up my own god damn mess!! know what i mean? so underappreciated! for example, last night not only did i cook dinner but i also washed the dishes in between preparing everything. they couldn't wait 20 minutes for dinner to cook so they had a snack. dinner's done... and no one is fucking hungry! what the fuck!!! it's not like i wanted to make dinner. i was just helping out my mom because she had to drop jasperooni off at the vet's office before going to her second job. so i'll clean the entire fucking house up and within 5 minutes my dad and brothers will come home and fucking trash it! geez! you would think they would at least make an effort to put their dirty dishes in the sink not... no - better idea! let's drop them on the fucking table after la reina just spent over 45 minutes cleaning the fucker off!! i haven't even been home for a whole week yet and i don't want to be here anymore. but i guess that's the way it is in utica, or a little place i like to call "slit-your-wrists-ville."
on the upside.
guster rocks.
on the upside.
guster rocks.