It's a never ending battle...
Here is an interesting riddle...
Say that you are a car speed shine bottle. You have to untwist your nozzle to spray right? Now, let's say that the person that put you back in the cabinet is 90% sure they put you pack upright, but did not twist the nozzle back to the "close" position. How in the world do you end up spilt in your cabinet, dripping your speed shine onto the garage floor. Also, this is not any ordinary garage floor oh no. This is the almight special garage floor...
That's my riddle and it puzzles me because my dad came in here around 9:45 yelling at me to move my car or else he will ram into it, and then he tells me to NEVER use any of his stuff again in his garage because the damn bottle I used was dripping out of the cabinet and left a mess on the floor. Now, usually I'm a pretty calm person...but...what the motherfucking hell is he thinking waking my ass up about shit that is only minor?! The car thing....God forbid that one of Jonathan's friends was over and had parked in front of the garage on the side I would have pulled into and didn't leave until 12:30. Sorry, but I'm paying attention to the tv and my pillow at that time. I parked my car behind my mom's and those of you who have been to my house know that there is a space in which you can still pull out of my dads precious fucking garage.
THEN....the damn bottle. I don't know how a stupid bottle knocks over because I'm 90% sure I put it back in there upright. I know I didn't twist the nozzle thingy, but GRRRRR. Yeah so since I can't use ANYTHING in his garage looks like I can't wash my car! Yes! What an asshole. He was suppose to be somewhere at 10 and as always he was running late. Oh, how I wanted to chew him to stop being in a bitchy mood just because his ass can't get up on time and he piddles around watching that stupid speed channel.
Also, today was the day where if he had time, we were going to go get an upgrade on our plan. Well fuck that I'm sure. I'm just going to go buy my own phone. I'm sick of this shit. I'm sorry if this sounds like the raving of an angry teenager, but you know what? I am one, and I'm fixing to have a visit from my friend, so if and when he comes back here and I'm here, he is going to get the worse lashing at because I just think he deserves it. It's just never his fault on anything....ever. Hope you all have a much better day than what I am having. It's only 10:23...
Say that you are a car speed shine bottle. You have to untwist your nozzle to spray right? Now, let's say that the person that put you back in the cabinet is 90% sure they put you pack upright, but did not twist the nozzle back to the "close" position. How in the world do you end up spilt in your cabinet, dripping your speed shine onto the garage floor. Also, this is not any ordinary garage floor oh no. This is the almight special garage floor...
That's my riddle and it puzzles me because my dad came in here around 9:45 yelling at me to move my car or else he will ram into it, and then he tells me to NEVER use any of his stuff again in his garage because the damn bottle I used was dripping out of the cabinet and left a mess on the floor. Now, usually I'm a pretty calm person...but...what the motherfucking hell is he thinking waking my ass up about shit that is only minor?! The car thing....God forbid that one of Jonathan's friends was over and had parked in front of the garage on the side I would have pulled into and didn't leave until 12:30. Sorry, but I'm paying attention to the tv and my pillow at that time. I parked my car behind my mom's and those of you who have been to my house know that there is a space in which you can still pull out of my dads precious fucking garage.
THEN....the damn bottle. I don't know how a stupid bottle knocks over because I'm 90% sure I put it back in there upright. I know I didn't twist the nozzle thingy, but GRRRRR. Yeah so since I can't use ANYTHING in his garage looks like I can't wash my car! Yes! What an asshole. He was suppose to be somewhere at 10 and as always he was running late. Oh, how I wanted to chew him to stop being in a bitchy mood just because his ass can't get up on time and he piddles around watching that stupid speed channel.
Also, today was the day where if he had time, we were going to go get an upgrade on our plan. Well fuck that I'm sure. I'm just going to go buy my own phone. I'm sick of this shit. I'm sorry if this sounds like the raving of an angry teenager, but you know what? I am one, and I'm fixing to have a visit from my friend, so if and when he comes back here and I'm here, he is going to get the worse lashing at because I just think he deserves it. It's just never his fault on anything....ever. Hope you all have a much better day than what I am having. It's only 10:23...