Christian ... welcome to your life....!!!
Christian, Welcome to your life!
Behind these three doors is the fucked up shit that is going to plague you today!!!
"Lets look at door number one..."
1. Behind door number one is the accusation that you are checking out some girl on her page on MySpace whom, by the way, you do not know and have no recollection that you ever looked at their MySpace page. The only time you have looked at MySpace is when you were looking up your best friend's page that he created since he left the state to go to college. It doesn't matter how much you have done for the person making the accusation, how many times you have been there for them, they will still think some nefarious shit is going down behind their back.
2. Door number two contains your broken ass cell phone that just decided not to work yesterday and since you have had it for over 2 years you can not get it replaced, so you will have to buy a whole new phone... but wait there's more!!! with this bit of fun comes the knowledge that your upcomming cell phone bill has also gone over its minutes because of all the calls you need to make for your father plus your own personal calls, and you father steadfastedly refuses to upgrade the minute on the family share plan you both use (a meager 450 btw)...
3. Saving the best for last is door number three. You are going on a fun filled trip to Sears to pick up a new stove with your father. This beautiful new stove has a nice glass oven door so you can see the food cooking inside. They will load the stove into the back of your father's truck for you (standing it straight up). You father will refuse to accept their tie downs for it and instead will use 2 bungie cords to attempt to keep this tall box standing in place. Also, your father has just taken his meds which makes him unable to drive which leaves all the driving from that point on up to you. You will start heading down the interstate at 15 to 20 miles slower than the speed limit and all of a sudden a giant gust of wind will whip up and make the stove fall onto its glass face, which will shatter the outer glass door. To make this even more enjoyable you catch the blame for not driving slow enough.
Christian, this is your life!!!
On a side note, let me just say I am way fucking irritated right now.... catching shit from all unexpected directions over shit I either have no memory of ever doing, no control over, or am just in the wrong place at the wrong time for... but I am SICK OF IT! Catching shit from people that I love and care about.... Seems to me that you don't want to cause strife with the one person that has been there for you when you had nowhere else to turn.... when noone else could be even bothered to help you out... I AM NOT A GOD DAMN PUNCHING BAG!!!
Tell you what, I am not taking ANY phone calls, so if you have my home number, don't call it... I am tuning out!!! I need some downtime time!!!
p.s. When "I" decide to call don't even mention this post.. this is my stance on everything I have just said, I do not feel the need to defend my position anymore... and no, there is no comment section for this one!
Behind these three doors is the fucked up shit that is going to plague you today!!!
"Lets look at door number one..."
1. Behind door number one is the accusation that you are checking out some girl on her page on MySpace whom, by the way, you do not know and have no recollection that you ever looked at their MySpace page. The only time you have looked at MySpace is when you were looking up your best friend's page that he created since he left the state to go to college. It doesn't matter how much you have done for the person making the accusation, how many times you have been there for them, they will still think some nefarious shit is going down behind their back.
2. Door number two contains your broken ass cell phone that just decided not to work yesterday and since you have had it for over 2 years you can not get it replaced, so you will have to buy a whole new phone... but wait there's more!!! with this bit of fun comes the knowledge that your upcomming cell phone bill has also gone over its minutes because of all the calls you need to make for your father plus your own personal calls, and you father steadfastedly refuses to upgrade the minute on the family share plan you both use (a meager 450 btw)...
3. Saving the best for last is door number three. You are going on a fun filled trip to Sears to pick up a new stove with your father. This beautiful new stove has a nice glass oven door so you can see the food cooking inside. They will load the stove into the back of your father's truck for you (standing it straight up). You father will refuse to accept their tie downs for it and instead will use 2 bungie cords to attempt to keep this tall box standing in place. Also, your father has just taken his meds which makes him unable to drive which leaves all the driving from that point on up to you. You will start heading down the interstate at 15 to 20 miles slower than the speed limit and all of a sudden a giant gust of wind will whip up and make the stove fall onto its glass face, which will shatter the outer glass door. To make this even more enjoyable you catch the blame for not driving slow enough.
Christian, this is your life!!!
On a side note, let me just say I am way fucking irritated right now.... catching shit from all unexpected directions over shit I either have no memory of ever doing, no control over, or am just in the wrong place at the wrong time for... but I am SICK OF IT! Catching shit from people that I love and care about.... Seems to me that you don't want to cause strife with the one person that has been there for you when you had nowhere else to turn.... when noone else could be even bothered to help you out... I AM NOT A GOD DAMN PUNCHING BAG!!!
Tell you what, I am not taking ANY phone calls, so if you have my home number, don't call it... I am tuning out!!! I need some downtime time!!!
p.s. When "I" decide to call don't even mention this post.. this is my stance on everything I have just said, I do not feel the need to defend my position anymore... and no, there is no comment section for this one!