Smiles, everybody! SMILES!!!
Alrighty, folks! Lotsa shit goin on here!
First and foremost, I would like to happily announce that things are completely, totally 100% OVER with myself and that god-awful Tesla. Why, you ask? It's simple, really. I haven't the time nor the patience to put up with cheaters.**NO, I do NOT want to discuss this farther.** And no matter what SHE tries to tell you, I'm really the only one you should listen to. I'm really the only one who speaks the truth. Bitch was cheating, and I could not tolerate that. I mayh not be worth very much at all, but I KNOW that I sure as hell deserve better than that. Okay? Alrighty then.
Next order of business: Mayhem Fest. 10 daes. 10!!! I have a completely badass new outfit just for the occasion! And I'm going ot be getting my hair cut cool-style on Saturday. I was kinda hoping that all the black would be faded from my hair by then so that I could dye it teal, but it doesn't look like that will happen....oh well! I'll still have funn!
Moving along, I have two new loves in my life: A VK band known as The Candy Spooky Theater and a comic known as Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. Yeahhh...those two things are basically rockin my world right about now. I'm even going to cosplay Nny! The trouble is, I'm sooo not thin enough...Nny is 5'9 and 115 lbs......I am 5'4 and..well, let's just say I am NOT 115 lbs....I haven't been 115 lbs since like, 7th grade, okay? For cereal. I'm waaayyy too fat. But I figure if I wear a steel-boned corset and squish it all up in there, I'll be okay...of course, I'll have to do something about the massive amounts of boobage that I have, but I'll figure it out! I can do it. Probably. Hell, I've got the pants and the shirt, all I need is the boots, and then all will be well! lolz. Oh yes. MOOHAHA! **which is not to be confused with Brewhaha. That would be a coffee shop in Philadelphia, PA. Just so you're aware.**
Also, today was not good. Not good at all. I had to do EVERYTHING around the house **as usual**, and I asked my mom to get some sour cream for the food that I had to make for dinner tonight, but, as usual, she couldn't do it. She was soooo busy with that asshole that calls himself my brother. She "needed" to drive him around town so that he could sell stupid shit for his fucking wrestling. Okay, first of all, Matt always brags about how "oh, I'm so fit, I work out so much, I can do anything". If he's soooo fit, why can't he walk around fucking CADIZ -the town that's only about 2 miles in diameter- to do something that HE'S supposed to be doing? Since when is it everyone else's responsibility to drop everything and do shit for him? Sadly, though, it happens all the time. Everyone is so busy with Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt. And they don't think about anything else.
Second of all, why is it that while I have to slave away and do everything for everybody else, this fucker just doesn't do anything and somehow, he's the star of the fucking house? My parents come home, and all they can do is bitch about what isn't done right, and how much more I have to do and blahblahblah, and Matt didn't even do ANYTHING he was supposed to do today! He didn't do the floors, or clean off the counters or do ANYTHING. Know who did? ME! Moi! Wo! But does anyone care at all? NOPE!
And then -and this is the really sick part- everyone sits there and bitches at ME because MOM didn't pick up sour cream. Everyone is bitching about how I didn't do a good job making dinner because my mom was so busy with ASSHAT, that she just "forgot" to do the one fucking thing I asked her to do today. ONE thing. And she couldn't do it.
*deep breaths*
OKAY! It's alright! I'm fine! Everything's all good! I just might pull a Nny and kill everyone with a machete, but I'm okay!
...yeah...
Well, I'm done with my rant and whatnot. I leave you now with the following quote:
"DOES LIGHT EVEN EXIST ANYMORE WHEN THE REFRIGERATOR DOOR IS SHUT?!"
that is all.
~~XAKARINETH~~
First and foremost, I would like to happily announce that things are completely, totally 100% OVER with myself and that god-awful Tesla. Why, you ask? It's simple, really. I haven't the time nor the patience to put up with cheaters.**NO, I do NOT want to discuss this farther.** And no matter what SHE tries to tell you, I'm really the only one you should listen to. I'm really the only one who speaks the truth. Bitch was cheating, and I could not tolerate that. I mayh not be worth very much at all, but I KNOW that I sure as hell deserve better than that. Okay? Alrighty then.
Next order of business: Mayhem Fest. 10 daes. 10!!! I have a completely badass new outfit just for the occasion! And I'm going ot be getting my hair cut cool-style on Saturday. I was kinda hoping that all the black would be faded from my hair by then so that I could dye it teal, but it doesn't look like that will happen....oh well! I'll still have funn!
Moving along, I have two new loves in my life: A VK band known as The Candy Spooky Theater and a comic known as Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. Yeahhh...those two things are basically rockin my world right about now. I'm even going to cosplay Nny! The trouble is, I'm sooo not thin enough...Nny is 5'9 and 115 lbs......I am 5'4 and..well, let's just say I am NOT 115 lbs....I haven't been 115 lbs since like, 7th grade, okay? For cereal. I'm waaayyy too fat. But I figure if I wear a steel-boned corset and squish it all up in there, I'll be okay...of course, I'll have to do something about the massive amounts of boobage that I have, but I'll figure it out! I can do it. Probably. Hell, I've got the pants and the shirt, all I need is the boots, and then all will be well! lolz. Oh yes. MOOHAHA! **which is not to be confused with Brewhaha. That would be a coffee shop in Philadelphia, PA. Just so you're aware.**
Also, today was not good. Not good at all. I had to do EVERYTHING around the house **as usual**, and I asked my mom to get some sour cream for the food that I had to make for dinner tonight, but, as usual, she couldn't do it. She was soooo busy with that asshole that calls himself my brother. She "needed" to drive him around town so that he could sell stupid shit for his fucking wrestling. Okay, first of all, Matt always brags about how "oh, I'm so fit, I work out so much, I can do anything". If he's soooo fit, why can't he walk around fucking CADIZ -the town that's only about 2 miles in diameter- to do something that HE'S supposed to be doing? Since when is it everyone else's responsibility to drop everything and do shit for him? Sadly, though, it happens all the time. Everyone is so busy with Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt. And they don't think about anything else.
Second of all, why is it that while I have to slave away and do everything for everybody else, this fucker just doesn't do anything and somehow, he's the star of the fucking house? My parents come home, and all they can do is bitch about what isn't done right, and how much more I have to do and blahblahblah, and Matt didn't even do ANYTHING he was supposed to do today! He didn't do the floors, or clean off the counters or do ANYTHING. Know who did? ME! Moi! Wo! But does anyone care at all? NOPE!
And then -and this is the really sick part- everyone sits there and bitches at ME because MOM didn't pick up sour cream. Everyone is bitching about how I didn't do a good job making dinner because my mom was so busy with ASSHAT, that she just "forgot" to do the one fucking thing I asked her to do today. ONE thing. And she couldn't do it.
*deep breaths*
OKAY! It's alright! I'm fine! Everything's all good! I just might pull a Nny and kill everyone with a machete, but I'm okay!
...yeah...
Well, I'm done with my rant and whatnot. I leave you now with the following quote:
"DOES LIGHT EVEN EXIST ANYMORE WHEN THE REFRIGERATOR DOOR IS SHUT?!"
that is all.
~~XAKARINETH~~