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Ahhhhh!!!!
Remind me never to move back home.
Instantly the dynamics change right back.
The hands already around my throat.
My sister is "having people over" tonite.
And that's it.
I also have feminine products sitting on a shelf in the bathroom.
She put them in my room.
It might gross someone out.
You can imagine what I think of that yuppie bullshit.
Then she puts my Bob Marley poster in my room, because he's hitting a roach.
God forbid her barbie friends are exposed.
Then she says, in her best snot nosed, yearbook bitch voice, "Maybe you should go away tonight."
Go fuck yourself sweetheart. I don't want to go anywhere tonite, nor do I have a place to go.
You better bet your bulemic cookie cutter ass that I'll embarrass you at your party. Got your so fake.
So fucking safe. So fucking boring. Too many fucking rules. Everythings gross. I'm surprised they venture outside with all those icky bugs.
I certainly am glad I won't be around next year to listen to her cry because she has too much stuff to do and can't get up by first hour again and haven't studied and Regina said this to me and now I'm going to cry again, mom will you fill out my application......blah blah blah wah wah wah.
Rain on your bonfire dammit!
This is the maddest I've gotten in a long time.
On a totally separate note. There is this beggar named Larry who dresses up in crazy outfits like a band uniform. And he is the most persistent, and possibly smartest one I've met. Well sometimes he gives you this speal about getting money for his daughter and his old lady. No one really believes it. But I saw him today, with Jane, his 3 year old daughter, and his old lady who can barely walk. They were picking garbage and asking for change. She had no front teeth and her gums were looking bad. I thought about calling child services, but I don't really know her life. Perhaps its ok. But I imagine not. I felt so bad. I gave her some coloring stuff. What a childhood. I wonder how she'll turn out.
Remind me never to move back home.
Instantly the dynamics change right back.
The hands already around my throat.
My sister is "having people over" tonite.
And that's it.
I also have feminine products sitting on a shelf in the bathroom.
She put them in my room.
It might gross someone out.
You can imagine what I think of that yuppie bullshit.
Then she puts my Bob Marley poster in my room, because he's hitting a roach.
God forbid her barbie friends are exposed.
Then she says, in her best snot nosed, yearbook bitch voice, "Maybe you should go away tonight."
Go fuck yourself sweetheart. I don't want to go anywhere tonite, nor do I have a place to go.
You better bet your bulemic cookie cutter ass that I'll embarrass you at your party. Got your so fake.
So fucking safe. So fucking boring. Too many fucking rules. Everythings gross. I'm surprised they venture outside with all those icky bugs.
I certainly am glad I won't be around next year to listen to her cry because she has too much stuff to do and can't get up by first hour again and haven't studied and Regina said this to me and now I'm going to cry again, mom will you fill out my application......blah blah blah wah wah wah.
Rain on your bonfire dammit!
This is the maddest I've gotten in a long time.
On a totally separate note. There is this beggar named Larry who dresses up in crazy outfits like a band uniform. And he is the most persistent, and possibly smartest one I've met. Well sometimes he gives you this speal about getting money for his daughter and his old lady. No one really believes it. But I saw him today, with Jane, his 3 year old daughter, and his old lady who can barely walk. They were picking garbage and asking for change. She had no front teeth and her gums were looking bad. I thought about calling child services, but I don't really know her life. Perhaps its ok. But I imagine not. I felt so bad. I gave her some coloring stuff. What a childhood. I wonder how she'll turn out.