the step mom came over and told me that she cant stand the sight of me.... she cant set foot in the same house as me, she put up with me for 2 months and couldnt take it anymore, my room is too messy, i will never be able to stand on my own two feet, i will mooch off my Dad until he dies, and I will never amount to anything. I am paraphrasing but not elaborating... seriously. it was bad.
this insight into my soul came from a dogwasher - leave it to her to critisize getting an education. I wont say anything bad about her children - I like them, but I have no respect for her.... and I know that I never will - so now she realizes, as least she must, that she fucked up REAL bad and that I was honest with my dad... I told him exactly what she said (many statements she denies) why would i lie... especially when i was honest that I called her a bitch and told her to go fuck herself (it was very dramatic I admit).... anyway - she wont look at me and I couldnt care less for her.
Her and Daddy were going fishing - so I melted down 12 Colace and injected it into her bottles of coke. Dad pussied out and didnt give them to her. So, I put on some gloves and went to the dog pen. I gathered as much shit as I could stack into a little foot sized pile and then covered it up with grass as a camoflauge. She fucked with the wrong bitch - as my wrath is legendary.
THe family is doing well. I am still at the health care center working and taking those measly pay checks to pay off my bills... which are massive lol. Ah, I just need to hit the lotto.
We decided that hitting the lotto would be perfect but we couldnt turn into losers.... we would buy some land and build a little neighborhood with just our friends.... and ride golf carts back n forth everywhere - Jodi suggested we make it like stepford... only minus the robot thing.
My Dad forgot my birthday and then i realized "what the fuck does it matter??" Im 25 now, btw.
I heard some very sad news about a very nice lady and it mademe realize that no matter how bad my life may seem - there are always people out there who have it worse.
so - all in all - a lot of stress, a lot of drama, and one mean bitch who karma will catch up with one day, I am sure. ANyway, life is life and I am convinced that it is neither good nor bad - simply the perception of it shifts from day to weary day.
:) but thursdays i like.... we drink alcohol on thursdays,
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