Motherfucker.
Alright.
The last week was alright. I tackled midget boy as proof that he can't avoid me forever.
These few days were filled with bullshit. I am fucking sick of hearing my mom yell that she's better than me 'cause she's my mom, and then ask me ten minutes later, "What's currency?" For the love of Kami, when I tried to help her find Sara's library books [because the dumbshit LOST them], she said she saw her running around with it a few days ago?
"Where?"
"Downstairs."
"Which area downstairs? Living room, kitchen, family room...?"
"I don't know!"
"HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW?"
"I don't."
"Mom, YOU JUST---"
"Shut up and just be quiet."
.... Forty-three fucking years old, living in this house for ABOUT EIGHT YEARS... and she CAN'T even remember WHICH ROOM DOWNSTAIRS? Bullfuckingshit. My family is mentally challenged, except for my dad. I asked my sister a question, "What's 7 plus 3?" "...Ten?" "What's 3 plus 7?" "...."
After one minute of using her fingers to count, she figures it out. I ask her it again thirty seconds later. SHE COMPLETELY FUCKING FORGOT.
This isn't me hating on my family and wishing they'd fall off the face of the Earth, this is me hating on them because they lack common sense. I'm fucking disowning them as soon as I'm eighteen. They can HOPEFULLY earn a brain then.
The last week was alright. I tackled midget boy as proof that he can't avoid me forever.
These few days were filled with bullshit. I am fucking sick of hearing my mom yell that she's better than me 'cause she's my mom, and then ask me ten minutes later, "What's currency?" For the love of Kami, when I tried to help her find Sara's library books [because the dumbshit LOST them], she said she saw her running around with it a few days ago?
"Where?"
"Downstairs."
"Which area downstairs? Living room, kitchen, family room...?"
"I don't know!"
"HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW?"
"I don't."
"Mom, YOU JUST---"
"Shut up and just be quiet."
.... Forty-three fucking years old, living in this house for ABOUT EIGHT YEARS... and she CAN'T even remember WHICH ROOM DOWNSTAIRS? Bullfuckingshit. My family is mentally challenged, except for my dad. I asked my sister a question, "What's 7 plus 3?" "...Ten?" "What's 3 plus 7?" "...."
After one minute of using her fingers to count, she figures it out. I ask her it again thirty seconds later. SHE COMPLETELY FUCKING FORGOT.
This isn't me hating on my family and wishing they'd fall off the face of the Earth, this is me hating on them because they lack common sense. I'm fucking disowning them as soon as I'm eighteen. They can HOPEFULLY earn a brain then.