hearts were made for cigarettes...
I feel it's about time childish actions, glares, and intentions are removed from my home. Everyday, I go through the same routine. Wake up... do shit around the house... if there is anything to do of course... see friends, or dont, then come home. When I get home, I expect my ethernet cable to be ready for use... not hidden from me because of lame... outdated rules. If this kind of, "sneak" parenting shit goes on anymore from Doro-the-whore, we're about to have some serious problems. I've got no big worries. I don't give a fuck what goes on at my house... you could practically get away with just about anything! Two things! Do not fucking touch my guitar or amp... without asking first of course. And the other. Do not fucking mess with my damn computers/computer stuff! IT'S NOT THAT FUCKING HARD!!! Someone better bring me a big roll of plastic-wrap, because if anything of mine turns up missing tonight, she's about to be painted on it. I'll bury the whore in her precious garden just so she can be with her fellow worms. Alright, so maybe I will just scream at her and hope she hates living here and runs off. Fuck it... I hate people. Go die......