You gotta love these family moments
Evening friends, readers, whoever you might be. That one insignificant pleasantry aside todays entry is not a happy one. Although i write often about my experiences and opinions, its a fairly rare thing to talk about myself or the life i lead, let us change that... if only for tonight
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[I invited you to read the journal, so i expected nothing less. ::chuckles:: Funny thing... your view is biased as well, not to mention you bitch incessantly about your own ASSUMPTIONS rather then bother to find out anything accurate.]
[Tch, what a load of BS. You had only just walked in the door before you started prattling on, 2 minutes... tops was the delay... a record i believe. Let me clarify something for our readers, apparently Colleens idea of "a mess" is me scooting the coffee table out of place. Sweet sister, when you occupy the living room it is filthy with ash... and never once have i seen you bother taking in the numerous glasses you use OR clean the table once you've soiled it with articles of garbage (and again, ciggarette ashes.) Colleen brought in my dishes once or twice (Which i don't recall WHEN but apparently it occured at some remote date) and now she believes that i owe her.]
[YES! I am so glad you mentioned this, i owe mom an "I told you so." We had alittle bet going... you see. I tallied the soda's consumed by myself and mom, she only had one and i had four. She will vouch for me (Made sure she was aware whenever i took one. Slightly obessive, yes... but a neccessary action towards the "get Colleen to stop bitching" master plan. Obviously your pack of delusions isn't going to cut it this time, soda thief. (HA! Fool! I said i had four then, you claim i said three! You WITNESSED me have five sodas? What a bunch of bullshit! You have been found out, LIAR!) Three or four my ass, you and your friends guzzle them like water. Oh and by the by... just because i forget to put away my dishes once or twice doesn't make me the culprit EVERY time.]
["Oh i gotta go to school, oh i gotta WORK for a living, life is so FUCKIN' hard man" Quit whining, we all stopped listening long ago. I can't believe you honestly think all i do is sit around all day, but then again... you do have the perception of a dog thats been boozed up. Simply because i choose not to share my activities with you IN BITCHING FORM every other day, doesn't mean i never leave this house or accomplish anything.
You have "cleaned up after me" at your own descretion (and on rare occasion) since i take care of all my household chores in due time, the best you could have have hoped to do is go put a cup i left on the coffee table in the dishwasher. Wow Colleen, you certainly did me a favor... how do you deal with such stressful activities?
Your "point of view" as you call it is nothing but a bunch of asumptions strung together with bullshit to keep it from all falling apart. I go off the deep end because there is no other way (Save brutal, violent actions) to shut you up other then loud cursing, which i believe is a friendly substitute to me repeatedly slamming my fist into your face.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I'm sorry, its just such a BLATANT lie. You speak normally? What a joke! No one ever resolves anything with you Colleen because you are NOT fit to have an sane discussion with. I could never hope to reach you with a new and over the top idea such as: "Bitching doesn't work, shall we try asking?" Of course to you, in your fantasy world of pot and magical money trees it doesn't seem like bitching. Well let me clue you in on a secret..... it is.]
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