Uh-ohs!
So, to wrap up this week (the weekend will probably get its own update):
Monday: Boring as shit, but I was rather social with people I usually can't stand to be around most of the time. Later on, got in a arguement with my parents, it ended with me saying "Fuck you, I'm 18" and going to Jeff's. Jennifer's udders are udderly disgusting. She used to talk mad shit about how saggy everyone's tits were (Alice and Rachael especially), but that bitch has her shit almost touching her fucking waistline. Sorry Jen, but if you don't want me talking trash about how fucking awful your tits are, you should probably put on a shirt we can't fucking see through after everyone in the room said you should probably put on another shirt (and Jeff even offered you one). Horrible image that may have scarred me for life. I don't see how anyone could ever have sex with her....but then again, most of my friend's would fuck an aborted fetus if it made enough noise.
Tuesday: Awesome. Even though I got locked out of my house and had to deal with some bullshit, I spent most of teh daying hanging out with my neighbor and his friends. Turns out they may be able to get me acid soon and in the meanwhile, the dro has arrived. 5 for 5, niggaz.
Wednesday: Went back to being a hermit. Nothing else to say.
Thursday: Okay, overall, but dealing with my parents is insanely difficult now. Last night they fucking argued till 2 in the morning with my sister, over the phone, and then finally decided to go pick her up....which led my dad to find out that we had a flat. Now, my dad's usually pretty laid back all the time (probably because of the drugs), but when something slightly bothersome happens he just goes apeshit. Didn't get any sleep.
Friday: A sleep-deprived, hungry (because there was literally nothing to eat), and pissed off (argued with my parents some more, yay!) Jesse had SRC. That's like SAC or Xtreme detention hall for those of you who have never really had to deal with consequences in school. The old nigger that was running it needed to be put down. If I ever get the opportunity....if he ever says so much as one thing to me outside of school....No hesitation. None. Just flatout, point-blank, niggerslaying. Because there are black people, and then there are niggers who are just ignortant motherfuckers who feel the need to exert any and all authority they have so that they feel like they have a purpose. I couldn't even read a fucking book after I was done with all of the agonizing busy work they gave me.
Hopefully, something cool with happen tonight. If not, I'll just find somewhere to get high beyond the point of no return. I swear, this week has been so stressful I just need to smoke until I pass the fuck out.
Monday: Boring as shit, but I was rather social with people I usually can't stand to be around most of the time. Later on, got in a arguement with my parents, it ended with me saying "Fuck you, I'm 18" and going to Jeff's. Jennifer's udders are udderly disgusting. She used to talk mad shit about how saggy everyone's tits were (Alice and Rachael especially), but that bitch has her shit almost touching her fucking waistline. Sorry Jen, but if you don't want me talking trash about how fucking awful your tits are, you should probably put on a shirt we can't fucking see through after everyone in the room said you should probably put on another shirt (and Jeff even offered you one). Horrible image that may have scarred me for life. I don't see how anyone could ever have sex with her....but then again, most of my friend's would fuck an aborted fetus if it made enough noise.
Tuesday: Awesome. Even though I got locked out of my house and had to deal with some bullshit, I spent most of teh daying hanging out with my neighbor and his friends. Turns out they may be able to get me acid soon and in the meanwhile, the dro has arrived. 5 for 5, niggaz.
Wednesday: Went back to being a hermit. Nothing else to say.
Thursday: Okay, overall, but dealing with my parents is insanely difficult now. Last night they fucking argued till 2 in the morning with my sister, over the phone, and then finally decided to go pick her up....which led my dad to find out that we had a flat. Now, my dad's usually pretty laid back all the time (probably because of the drugs), but when something slightly bothersome happens he just goes apeshit. Didn't get any sleep.
Friday: A sleep-deprived, hungry (because there was literally nothing to eat), and pissed off (argued with my parents some more, yay!) Jesse had SRC. That's like SAC or Xtreme detention hall for those of you who have never really had to deal with consequences in school. The old nigger that was running it needed to be put down. If I ever get the opportunity....if he ever says so much as one thing to me outside of school....No hesitation. None. Just flatout, point-blank, niggerslaying. Because there are black people, and then there are niggers who are just ignortant motherfuckers who feel the need to exert any and all authority they have so that they feel like they have a purpose. I couldn't even read a fucking book after I was done with all of the agonizing busy work they gave me.
Hopefully, something cool with happen tonight. If not, I'll just find somewhere to get high beyond the point of no return. I swear, this week has been so stressful I just need to smoke until I pass the fuck out.