i dont see the need with the constant fighting. it seems like thats the only think that ever goes in my house or the acting like were a happy picture perfect family. thats not us. were not the brady bunch or anything like that. everyone is fucking blind and i dont get it, but i guess walking around blindly would be better then actually seeing the distruction of this world.
my weeks been almost like this
i havent barely slept in 2 weeks
i get maybe 2 hours of sleep a night and thats it
my grandma keeps saying that we need to cut back on food and stop throwing leftovers out but it seems like the only stuff were throwing out his her stuff.
im told i dont sit or eat like a lady at the table let alone use my fork and knife right and i need to learn by october for my uncles wedding.
i had to work today and they kids i was watching are pretty much deamons. i mean we walked half a mile the first hour i was there alright fine with me so we came back and i starting drinking another cup of coffee and james decied that he wanted to go to the park. so i said that later we could walk down there well of course hes like no were going now even thought i said we werent and i had to chase him down and i mean i walked the first half and frabbed his arm and started to pull him towards home and he got loose and ran back to the house so im running to caught up with him and ashley is lollygagging behind me complaining about her not having her shoes on and steping on the rocks(mind you i was barefoot too and running over all the rocks.) so i told her to shut up and get back home as im still running trying to get to the house. 2 minutes later im at the front door and james locked us out. so i had to act like i was calling his dad for him to unlock the door. we get back into the house and im about to pass out from running. i'm so out of shape its not even funny. ashley is complaing about being hungry and wants me to do her makeup and i got the fucking dog laying on me(this is a saint bernard not a small dog)
that was life at work and tonight at dinner i got the usual "you need to eat more" blah blah blah shit so like i was eating and my grandma goes sit up straight ladies dont hunch over when they eat and then she goes your hold your knife and fork wrong you really need to learn to be a propur lady before octorber becuase were eating at a fancy resturant for you uncles wedding. honestly how many people are gonna look at me and go oh those fox's are lower class because there granddaughter doesnt know how to hold a salad fork. now i would understand if we were like royalty and were haveing some huge ball or something but were not. honestly i think im uncle would just be happy with me showing up i mean hes the one whos always telling me if you can't have fun your not living. oh and now i was just told that i HAVE to wear a dress but its ok for the guys to wear nice shirts and blue jeans. does this make any since to you because it sure as hell doesnt for me
maybe im just in a sour mood today and this is all right in some world
i think i need to start therapy again
im getting to that point again
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