| Cheers |
Damn. Damn Damn. Here's to the times when every little thing seems to be out to get you. Let's toast to all of those things pissing me off. Ready? Here we go. ::Clink:: There's a big red chair sitting in the middle of my living room. It belonged to my dad. He didnt want it anymore. He convinced my mom to buy it off of him. ...He said it would look nice. ...I told him it wouldn't match. ...He told me I didn't know what I was talking about. ...He delivered it today. ...I knew what I was talking about. ::Clink:: I ask my brother to stop touching me. Of course, he doesn't. This only encourages him to run up to me and smother me with his big beastly arms. He sits down and I can hear him breathing. His butt crack is hanging out of his pants. He turns the television on and overrides the music Im trying to play to calm myself down. He's been sitting in that same spot, all day. Gluttony. ::Clink:: I say "Mom, how's about lending me some money in advance for my trip that's coming up in a few weeks?" You know, seeing as how Im your daughter and everything. I will pay you back if you absolutely think I must. You know Im reliable. Right. Not my mom. Not these days. I have a job. Therefore, I should be able to pay for anything that I want to get for myself. I imagine that if I were in a restroom, bleeding to death and desperately needed a quarter for the tampon machine she'd tell me I was shit out of luck. ::Clink:: My back still hurts. ::clink:: WHY AM I SITTING HERE ON THE FIRST NIGHT OF SUMMER? Really. Why? ::shatter:: ....There went the glass.
2003-06-05 - 11:06 p.m. |
