The 7th Circle of Hell...
Hi friends! I feel like taking you guys on a little trip into my home life I like to call.... Hell. Welcome to Hell, everyone! You know what.... on second thought, since it's my world, I'd like to change the name of my world just to keep up with today's times. Hows this - Fist Fucking, Shit Hole Land! I love the sound of that. It gives it a little kick, don't you think? So let me try that again... *cough cough*.... Hi everyone!!! Welcome to Fist Fucking, Shit Hole Land... let me show you around :-D
Let's start with work, shall we. I know it's not home life, but it plays a minor role in today's events. Long story short, I had to close the department by myself today. I've done it before, but its a real kick in the nutts when you have to help EVERY single customer who wants 15 bags of Marbel Peables who DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CART!!! Listen, eveyone reading, if you know you're going to get something then get a Fucking cart when you come into the store. I don't want to hear your shit when I tell you that you need to go get a cart! YOU SHOULD ALREADY HAVE ONE!!! They're right at the enterance, ASSHOLES!!! So yeah, my manager wanted me to get a few things done today which I couldn't because I didn't have enough help. I mean, it's JUST me. Now I'm going to get yelled at tomorrow because I don't have this shit done. FUCK THEM! See if I care. Anyway, I wanted to go home, relax, play some Everquest, and call a few people up. Just a nice relaxing night....
I walk in and I see a package at the foot of the stairs waiting for me. It's a text book I bought off of Half.com. The package is open, and now I'm pissed. I can never have privacy EVER here! I so wish it ended there.... Anyway, I walk into the computer room where my mom is at. She was talking to my brother on the computer, and everything seems fine. Carlos comes in and talks about how I should sell my Dreamcast, X-box, Ps1, Super Nintendo, or Ps2 on ebay....... I'm starting to get really fucking pissed. Even though, as of yet, I had no clue what he was talking about I was still getting even more pissed! I told him that I use THEM ALL! And that's why they're ALL underneath my TV. He said, "Oh ok then. Well, you need to get rid of some stuff".... Anger has hit the roof. Then my mom said something like, "Oh, don't freak out when you go to your room. We sorta trashed it earlier. All your stuff is infront of Noel's room". I told them, "Ummmm... why?". "We decided to clean it. We put everything there and you need to throw out what you don't want and keep what you want, but I'm not liking those posters (KOTOR promos) so they're going under your brothers bed"........ It was as if God was hosting Punk'ed! I dared to go upstairs, but I had to. There it was......... my stuff......... in one huge, disasterous, pile of junk......... all over the floor........ everything I hold so valuable...... in a pile...... i know something is broken..... FUCK I know MORE THAN ONE thing is broken. They just threw my shit....... all over the FUCKING FLOOR!!! She walked me to my room saying "Look at it. Isn't it clean? I washed you're sheets, I even washed your curtains, cleaned your carpet, this room is dust free! And look, you have so much more space now". THATS BECAUSE MY SHIT IS OUT IN THE FUCKING HALL WAY, YOU GOD DAMN CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!! "What is it? Are you pissed?". "No ma, (my tounge is bleeding). I just wish you told me about this before you started to go at it". "Well, Bobby (my uncle) gave us this entertainment center which I put into your room, and I just couldn't stand it anymore. I had to clean this room". Alright, I know my mother had the best intentions when she decided to do this, BUT WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! AT LEAST PLACE MY SHIT ON THE FLOOR NEATLY!!! But no..... its scattered everywhere! She even took some old art work out of my pile and said "I want that framed". How could she?!?!? I scanned the pile I call my own and realized how much they don't give a fuck..... They told me I had to "purge" and "consolidate"! I feel like consolidating my foot up their asses!!!
My pile of "shit"
I see my spawn figures scattered all over the place, pieces missing, my DDR dance pad in a clump, ALL of my game systems UNDERNEATH EVERYTHING, no memory cards, lava lamps looked like they were tossed to the floor, controlers tangeld into just about everything I see, posters, add promos, trash, clothes, pictures, valuable art work, sketch pads, videogames, DVDs, change, necklaces, prom and play stuff, just about everything I hold dear IN A HUGE FUCKING PILE!!!!!!!!!! Then, before the fucker went to bed, he said "Make sure you pick up that mess"....... I hit record breaking heights in HOW MOTHER FUCKING PISSED I WAS!!!!! I left. I went out and drove.... and thought....... and I'm moving out! FUCK... THEM!!!
Thank you for visting Fist Fucking, Shit Hole Land. And let you know when more changes occure. Ya'll come back now, ya hear?
Let's start with work, shall we. I know it's not home life, but it plays a minor role in today's events. Long story short, I had to close the department by myself today. I've done it before, but its a real kick in the nutts when you have to help EVERY single customer who wants 15 bags of Marbel Peables who DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CART!!! Listen, eveyone reading, if you know you're going to get something then get a Fucking cart when you come into the store. I don't want to hear your shit when I tell you that you need to go get a cart! YOU SHOULD ALREADY HAVE ONE!!! They're right at the enterance, ASSHOLES!!! So yeah, my manager wanted me to get a few things done today which I couldn't because I didn't have enough help. I mean, it's JUST me. Now I'm going to get yelled at tomorrow because I don't have this shit done. FUCK THEM! See if I care. Anyway, I wanted to go home, relax, play some Everquest, and call a few people up. Just a nice relaxing night....
I walk in and I see a package at the foot of the stairs waiting for me. It's a text book I bought off of Half.com. The package is open, and now I'm pissed. I can never have privacy EVER here! I so wish it ended there.... Anyway, I walk into the computer room where my mom is at. She was talking to my brother on the computer, and everything seems fine. Carlos comes in and talks about how I should sell my Dreamcast, X-box, Ps1, Super Nintendo, or Ps2 on ebay....... I'm starting to get really fucking pissed. Even though, as of yet, I had no clue what he was talking about I was still getting even more pissed! I told him that I use THEM ALL! And that's why they're ALL underneath my TV. He said, "Oh ok then. Well, you need to get rid of some stuff".... Anger has hit the roof. Then my mom said something like, "Oh, don't freak out when you go to your room. We sorta trashed it earlier. All your stuff is infront of Noel's room". I told them, "Ummmm... why?". "We decided to clean it. We put everything there and you need to throw out what you don't want and keep what you want, but I'm not liking those posters (KOTOR promos) so they're going under your brothers bed"........ It was as if God was hosting Punk'ed! I dared to go upstairs, but I had to. There it was......... my stuff......... in one huge, disasterous, pile of junk......... all over the floor........ everything I hold so valuable...... in a pile...... i know something is broken..... FUCK I know MORE THAN ONE thing is broken. They just threw my shit....... all over the FUCKING FLOOR!!! She walked me to my room saying "Look at it. Isn't it clean? I washed you're sheets, I even washed your curtains, cleaned your carpet, this room is dust free! And look, you have so much more space now". THATS BECAUSE MY SHIT IS OUT IN THE FUCKING HALL WAY, YOU GOD DAMN CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!! "What is it? Are you pissed?". "No ma, (my tounge is bleeding). I just wish you told me about this before you started to go at it". "Well, Bobby (my uncle) gave us this entertainment center which I put into your room, and I just couldn't stand it anymore. I had to clean this room". Alright, I know my mother had the best intentions when she decided to do this, BUT WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! AT LEAST PLACE MY SHIT ON THE FLOOR NEATLY!!! But no..... its scattered everywhere! She even took some old art work out of my pile and said "I want that framed". How could she?!?!? I scanned the pile I call my own and realized how much they don't give a fuck..... They told me I had to "purge" and "consolidate"! I feel like consolidating my foot up their asses!!!
My pile of "shit"
I see my spawn figures scattered all over the place, pieces missing, my DDR dance pad in a clump, ALL of my game systems UNDERNEATH EVERYTHING, no memory cards, lava lamps looked like they were tossed to the floor, controlers tangeld into just about everything I see, posters, add promos, trash, clothes, pictures, valuable art work, sketch pads, videogames, DVDs, change, necklaces, prom and play stuff, just about everything I hold dear IN A HUGE FUCKING PILE!!!!!!!!!! Then, before the fucker went to bed, he said "Make sure you pick up that mess"....... I hit record breaking heights in HOW MOTHER FUCKING PISSED I WAS!!!!! I left. I went out and drove.... and thought....... and I'm moving out! FUCK... THEM!!!
Thank you for visting Fist Fucking, Shit Hole Land. And let you know when more changes occure. Ya'll come back now, ya hear?