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DUDE! This pop up just scared the shit out of me.
It was like, "WELCOME TO THE NEW DIET SYSTEM! A DIET PLAN USING A PATCH DISIGNED SPECIFICALLY TO HELP YOU LOOSE WEIGHT"
and I'm like "AHH1"
Anyway, hah. (Not hah as in laughing, but ‘hi’ pronounced like a hillbilly. You should say it; it’s fun.) Fine day. I guess I felt weird all day. Easily agitated. I would say that my Dad started it. He's off work today, tomorrow, AND THE NEXT DAY!!! WTF?! What a crock!!! He's using the rest of his "vacation" days from last year off work. Wow. When I woke up this morning, all I heard was my Dad yelling across the room to my Mom, questioning her, and my Dad shouting at Joey. I really really cherish the few hours I have when I get home from school and don't have to hear him. He's going to be here for three.days. /rips out hair He is going to Las Vegas soon for work though (Saturday) for a week, so at least I can look forward to that; but good god! Here's to long earsplitting mind shattering days to come. Normally I get home, and it is so peaceful. Quietness. NORMALLY I get home and rest. I'll get on the computer and type a poem, or do homework. To write stories or poems, it needs to be QUIET. Today in school I wrote 7 poems that I want to type and edit, but I won’t waste my time. I will get frustrated and disturbed with the lack of tranquility, and I will crack, so I will just have to wait. I hate coming home and seeing him sitting here at the computer. Then I have to talk to him to tell him that I want to use it. Then I wait for an hour or something. He is the biggest procrastinator I have ever known. He is literally stupid. I mean, he is a stupid man!!! He believes anything. Gullible fool.
He causes so many problems. Everyone hates him. I hate his unnecessary yelling. I hate how he talks, and breathes, and walks, and coughs, and AULJHALJH. He is so phony. He is not a father. He is not understanding. He is careless. Stubborn. Ruthless. Hypocritical. Deaf. He takes care of issues in the wrong way. The only good thing he does is make money for us to use, and that is all; I’m serious. My Mom wants a divorce. She told me. But she doesn’t want the long complicated process. Plus, we need the money. That’s really the main issue. Fuck money. It might sound sad how a lot of people (like me and my family) hate him, but I don’t care. He had it coming to him. He deserves being hated for how he acts. It’s not like I just started hating him for no reason either. When I was a little kid he would call me retarded, but say it hatefully; not jokingly. He would ball me out if I tried to wear jeans to church. He would jerk me with the teeth of his fork at the table if I did something “bad”. He would tease me until I cried. He spanked me for forgetting a library book. He is an old fashioned ass hole. He actually gave my brother the belt a couple times when he was in 4th grade. I am not going to get into his abusing ways because of his lack of self control because no one needs to hear it. But DAD, MAYBE THIS IS WHY PEOPLE IN THE FAMILY HATE YOU, YA CLUELESS SCHMUCK!!
Besides my Dad ruining my day/s, uhh… I don’t know. I don’t have much else to say. I actually think I will type my poems until I shit a brick.
Attractive, I know. If you thought the phrase I just used was gross, I don’t care. :> Bye.
It was like, "WELCOME TO THE NEW DIET SYSTEM! A DIET PLAN USING A PATCH DISIGNED SPECIFICALLY TO HELP YOU LOOSE WEIGHT"
and I'm like "AHH1"
Anyway, hah. (Not hah as in laughing, but ‘hi’ pronounced like a hillbilly. You should say it; it’s fun.) Fine day. I guess I felt weird all day. Easily agitated. I would say that my Dad started it. He's off work today, tomorrow, AND THE NEXT DAY!!! WTF?! What a crock!!! He's using the rest of his "vacation" days from last year off work. Wow. When I woke up this morning, all I heard was my Dad yelling across the room to my Mom, questioning her, and my Dad shouting at Joey. I really really cherish the few hours I have when I get home from school and don't have to hear him. He's going to be here for three.days. /rips out hair He is going to Las Vegas soon for work though (Saturday) for a week, so at least I can look forward to that; but good god! Here's to long earsplitting mind shattering days to come. Normally I get home, and it is so peaceful. Quietness. NORMALLY I get home and rest. I'll get on the computer and type a poem, or do homework. To write stories or poems, it needs to be QUIET. Today in school I wrote 7 poems that I want to type and edit, but I won’t waste my time. I will get frustrated and disturbed with the lack of tranquility, and I will crack, so I will just have to wait. I hate coming home and seeing him sitting here at the computer. Then I have to talk to him to tell him that I want to use it. Then I wait for an hour or something. He is the biggest procrastinator I have ever known. He is literally stupid. I mean, he is a stupid man!!! He believes anything. Gullible fool.
He causes so many problems. Everyone hates him. I hate his unnecessary yelling. I hate how he talks, and breathes, and walks, and coughs, and AULJHALJH. He is so phony. He is not a father. He is not understanding. He is careless. Stubborn. Ruthless. Hypocritical. Deaf. He takes care of issues in the wrong way. The only good thing he does is make money for us to use, and that is all; I’m serious. My Mom wants a divorce. She told me. But she doesn’t want the long complicated process. Plus, we need the money. That’s really the main issue. Fuck money. It might sound sad how a lot of people (like me and my family) hate him, but I don’t care. He had it coming to him. He deserves being hated for how he acts. It’s not like I just started hating him for no reason either. When I was a little kid he would call me retarded, but say it hatefully; not jokingly. He would ball me out if I tried to wear jeans to church. He would jerk me with the teeth of his fork at the table if I did something “bad”. He would tease me until I cried. He spanked me for forgetting a library book. He is an old fashioned ass hole. He actually gave my brother the belt a couple times when he was in 4th grade. I am not going to get into his abusing ways because of his lack of self control because no one needs to hear it. But DAD, MAYBE THIS IS WHY PEOPLE IN THE FAMILY HATE YOU, YA CLUELESS SCHMUCK!!
Besides my Dad ruining my day/s, uhh… I don’t know. I don’t have much else to say. I actually think I will type my poems until I shit a brick.
Attractive, I know. If you thought the phrase I just used was gross, I don’t care. :> Bye.