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10:24 PM - Thursday, Dec. 01, 2005 Shit. I just told my father off. He asked me why I don't just let my mother have a break. I said, "If you were a man and knew how to do man stuff, I wouldn't have to bother your wife with this. I could be bothering you instead." I can't believe I just said that to him. Talk about inserting the foot into the mouth. Guess I won't be having such a Merry Christmas. And on to other matters. I'm up waiting on my cousin to drop off a chair. She had my grandma ask if she could store some furniture in my basement. Yeah, the basement is fine. I have two cars so it won't fit in the garage. Plus, I still have my other cousin's furniture stored in the garage. Well, get this. The big couch won't fit through the door.. so guess what we do with it? We moved it into the garage. Now I have one car parked outside and the other inside, with one half of my garage full of other people's furniture. What am I? Free storage space? Sorry. Just bitching. And highly emotional. I hate it when I'm menstruating. I'm high on life one minute, then I'm all freakishly worried about trivial shit. And then real shit like this happens and life just won't stop being annoying! FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
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