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So I just got into this... I'm not sure why, but I feel like spilling my thoughts into these pixelated pages and I feel it is because of my Leo-ness. I also feel that people will read this and tell me to shut up. But whatever. I'm simply.... argh. We went to the zoo today and it was fun except for when my mum hoarked on my "attitude." What attitude? I was simply being anti-social around her new boyfriend who may be moving in with us. Just.... gahhh. Why? You guys have sex enough. Hell, even last night. Now you wont let anyone in your room. Why? The c**-filled blankets, I bet. God I hate you.
No, wait, you? Sorry. I was talking to my mom.
So it's roughly 11:36 tonight and Kyle decided to text me asking to talk to me. He says he loves me. I dunno what to say. I love you, dude?
I put my sister to bed... an hour ago. You know what she said to me? She asked me if it was okay if she called me mom. What the hell? I'm her sister. Not the one who pushed her out into this sucky life. What did I say to her? Fine. What else would I say? No? Psh, yeah, right.
Right now I'm listening to Motion City Soundtrack and I think the lead singer is cute, if not quirky. Wait... no, now it's Bullet for my Valentine. Maybe I'll switch to Emilie Autumn for some violin shredding and angry lyrics that help define me. Suck it, mother, and drink your liver to death.
Yeah, my mom likes to drink her liver out. I try to tell her, as a good daughter, that she needs to ******** get it together and take care of her damn kids.
God that brandy looks good right now. So get this, my mom had Puerto Rican rum, Cuban rum, Coral Bay rum, Tequila, Sangria, brandy, and vodka in her house right now and I can get to them. Hello, ******** up 16-year-old plus alcoholic drinks... just wave the goddamn things in my face why don't you? Oh wait, you do. Give me a sec. Lemme get some spiked cranberry juice.
Whatever. I hate her. I'm gonna move out this December. Yeah, this December, or maybe January, just in time for your birthday, hun. I'm absurdly smart, or really dumb. So I'm graduating early. Yay! Not really. I'll still be 17. Fie. I'll just grab my diploma and run.
Anyway... I'm done.
 Whispering to Roses · Sat Jun 06, 2009 @ 06:45am · 0 Comments |
