Titties and balls and titties and balls and balls and balls and balllllllllsssssss
What's there to do on a Saturday afternoon/late morning but go FOOD SHOPPING! Absolutely nothing, I tell you. The excitement of sifting through aisle upon aisle of senior citizens.. it really jump starts my day. Then when we went to ja-hett-o ville Pathmark, there was this boy outside. I didn't really look at him, because he was making funny noises when I walked by.. it creeped me out. When he said hi to me, I walked on by and led my blind-sunglasses grandmama iento the store. As I walk out, he starts trying to talk to me. I didn't wanna give up my precious, precious money to the "Get Kids off the Street Foundation", I'm sorry.. but that money is keeping me off the streets. Go rob some rich bitch. Then we went on with more and more food shopping.. a really lovely day I tell you.
My Saturday night was quite sad, though. You'd expect a 17 year old like me to go out, party, drink myself into a table dance-fuckarandomguy-comotose blackout, but no. Everyone in my family went to my cousins Sweet 16 (one of which, I didn't even get).. a party that I was not invited to. This bitter jealous rage some people have. So what I've lived with the grandparents all my life and you didn't. You can't expect to get spoiled like me when you don't live with them. Shit guys. So my night was spent on the couch watching Dickie Roberts: Former Child Star. Good movie, I tell you.
But me, well.. I can't just appreciate the half-wit comedy that I used to love so much. No, not me. I have to feel sorry for myself and relate to the fact that all Dickie ever really wanted was to be loved. Fuck. I've never been loved in my life... it's quite sad now that I think of it. Teehee. I laugh on the outside.. but don't let it fool you. I'm crying a river to drown myself in on the inside.
Tomorrow.. there's hopes for a better day. I get to go to Mount Fuji with my mom's kickass friend. Hell yea! THEY COOK THE FOOD ON THE TABLE! I just have to remember not to put my hand on the stove again. Ouch.