Being poked and prodded by annoying little brats…
I found weed in my house tonight. Or what I suspect as weed. Not all of the scent from the peppermint tea smelled like peppermint. There was a rather…horrible scent that wasn’t tobacco based either. SO. Next mother fucker to bring weed into my house will get my foot broke off in their asshole that will turn into their god damn mouth when I pull my fucking foot back out.
On top of that, this is my first blog since before Christmas and there is a lot to catch up on. So…I’ll start with Christmas Eve.
Christmas Eve.
The party went ok. It was over at my grandparents’ house. I figured it would suck, but it didn’t. A lot of weirdness did happen however…
My only uncle I will accept did something that he hasn’t done since I was 6. He took his fist and tapped my chin and smiled like he just woke up from a coma or something. It was strange. It was like he remembered me being 6 all over again and was reminiscing.
My other aunt’s husband patted me lightly on the head and stated that he was proud of me. Now this one, I don’t own up to because of a lot of reasons which I won’t get into. It took me by surprise so I took it and stated “Thank you, that means a lot.” and smiled meaningfully at him.
After that, my cousin Kayla and I head out to chill. We see Avatar (it was a badass movie, btw), and hang out with some guy she knows named Dakota. Dakota’s a dick, but he’s funny at it. It was a good time.
Christmas Day.
The first words out of my fucking mouth that morning were “Son of a bitch!” My roof was drip dropping water for at least a half hour on a stack of comic books! I feel bad, but I think Jesus would understand. That’s what I woke up to, besides the awesome AWESOME MUCH APPRECIATED (seriously appreciated <3) “Merry Christmas!” txts from people.
I also had spiders in the cupboards where I keep my dishes I EAT OFF OF.
I got lots of books, some clothes, Dragon Age: Origins (and the female characters get laid!), and DVDs galore to keep my ass busy for a while.
Saturday, the Day after Christmas.
It went ok…Right up until I watched a bunch of little shits about 12 years old decide they were going to break glass bottles in the road in front of my house. I watch them. They get pissed. I’m standing in my house imagining what it would be like to have a paintball gun to shoot the little cunts and not give a damn. They started cussing me and I started cussing back. I was still inside my house. One little shit bucked at me and flipped me off so I almost broke down the door getting out of it and went down my steps. They picked up pace. They moved faster when I pulled out my cell and called Dad. Dad came out and they mouthed off to him. Needless to say, the little cunts probably know better now.
Also, I got a txt from Angel. I saw her mom, Doodle (Mary is her real name), at my grandparents. She was bringing them presents. She and I are…were…still are…what have you, good friends. She was stoked to see me! So I don’t know if she’s got any idea what all has gone on. But the txt from Angel said that (and this is a guilt trip) “You probably still hate me, and don’t want to talk to me, but I was wondering how you were doing because Mom said she saw you on X-mas eve.” I deleted the shit. I didn’t respond. Fuck that noise.
Sunday.
My bro and sis in law come to town! Its a good thing! But Karen’s sister drove them down on her way to Savannah, GA. Their mom wouldn’t let them leave early enough. Its about 4 hours from here to where they were coming from and another 4 to Savannah.
Monday.
I take them out driving and show them what all has changed on this end of town. I have a deep conversation with them both away from our parents. We all decided its upsetting to see how our parents are becoming so scared and paranoid of the world that they hardly go out into it. Mom’s started to freak out over every little thing. She gets pissed a lot more often too.
Tuesday!
Was Dad’s birthday. He had a decent one. It started off ok, but gradually got better. They don’t like getting older, I don’t blame them. Not one bit.
Tonight.
I come home. I’m tired. I decide to decorate my room a bit. I am walking around in and out of the hallway looking for certain things to put in certain spots and I step on a piece of glass. I haven’t dropped anything made of clear glass so I don’t know wtf it came from! I’m probably going to get an infection! I put triple antibiotic on it. I’ll clean it out more thoroughly later. I put a Band-Aid on it and continue what I was doing.
Shortly after, I find a little green tin that says peppermint tea on it. I open it up and there’s an overpowering smell of something that you never forget once you’ve smelled it. Its called weed, pot, refer, mary jane, marijuana, etc. I got pissed and flushed it down the god damn toilet.
I am so fucking tired of this shit. I haven’t seen these people in months AND THEY WON’T FUCK OFF!
For instance. This is rather god damn weird. After the txt from Angel, I figured something was going on. I put it out of my mind because its the holidays and a lot of shit would be going on. Well. I got a friend request from Olivia’s boyfriend!!!! Jailhouse Jodi wants to be my myspace buddy! He sent a message with it saying: “hey olivias not friends with angel anymore and she told me to add you and i rememberedd how cool you were too :)” To which I responded with: “What? What? What? What? Also to be fair and honest with you since you and I never had any beef (and I thought you were cool too)... I don't really trust anyone. So don't take it offensively if I don't believe it at first because of piles and piles of bullshit freely flung willy nilly in the air. What happened, if you don't mind me asking?” So we’ll see.
The last god damn shit Olivia said to me was fucking harsh and bullshitty and I want to kick her god damn Shrek looking fat fucking face into her god damn fat ass and light it on fire. I won’t have this god damn shit. I’ll find out what I want to and I already stated I don’t trust people so. Fuck em if they get pissed. Fuck em good. If they call saying “WEEEED!” I’m going to call the Cops and say “GET YOUR ASSES OVER TO THIS ADDRESS BECAUSE I MIGHT MURDER A WHORE OR TWO!” Then get over there as fast as fuck and beat the shit out of em and wait for the cops already laying down on the ground with my hands behind my back. I won’t have be having this shit.
In all honesty, I smell a big fucking giant soaking wet foaming at the mouth rat. I think that they want to know the link to this blog to find out wtf I’m doing or something because I took my blog off showing stuff on my main page and that’s mostly when a lot of this shit started. Its all a pile of bullshit as stated above. I don’t trust any god damn body but a handful of people. Maybe.
When will they get the idea that I don’t want shit to do with any of them? Why won’t they fuck off? Is it popular to be friends with older people or something? For a bunch of dumbasses that want to be treated like adults, they sure as fuck act like needy infantile brats.
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