Maybe I can turn these lemons into lemonade after all...
And, having returned from a long day's work, I found my house in disarray. My mattress missing and my clothes inaccessible, I took the only logical course of action: I calmly went upstairs and booted up my computer; someone was going to hear my sob story.
So, yes. My mattress is gone now. Out the door and in the backyard. I leave to hang out and my mother throws it out. "Hi, let's fumigate your room, too, while you're out." WTF, Mate? Now I can't even enter it lest I run the risk of killing myself with the noxious can fumes. God, I love my life so much. I'm going to try to convince them to buy me a bigger bed when I get my new mattress. Hopefully that works since she wanted to be insane. At least someone did the goddamn dishes while I was with Liz and them.
I always have to fight to go anywhere on any given day. My parents LOOK for reasons to keep me indoors. "It's a school night." "What? No, it isn't. It's Friday." "Yeah, but it's a school night because you had school today." That was my father's reasoning for trying to keep me home this evening. I mean, seriously, wha the FUCK is that about? I ended up being let out (yes, "let out." I live in a cage) anyway, but it's just annoying having to fight for something so simple.
I'm writing an article on the lack of tolerance for homosexuality for the school newspaper. Some people are such assholes, and it's my job to expose their ignorant asses to the public. Being a journalist is so much fun. Hopefully this won't affect POSSE. That would suck so bad. Oh, well, they can suck my mothafuckin' balls (as Liz would say). I'm going to blow them all away. [insert maniacal laughter here]
In other news, John is finally gone. His attention span, which is pitifully short, has once again caused him trouble. He reminds me of the dog from Aesop's Fables. He sees something that he thinks is better, lunges for it, and ends up with nothing in the end. Nothing meaningful anyway. I'm so glad that he's gone. No more crap with which to deal. Ryan's free. Dana's free. Everyone's happy ^_^
No, it's not free. I do, in fact, have a price tag, bitch. You're just too fucking stupid to see it. I'm so pissed off. I speak so eloquently, don't I?