Monday, December 27, 2004

Syk3- Actually, there was thousands of people, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.

Corey- T_T

WW2- >:O Of course it was NYC! Silly! And I told ya, I be packin' pieces. Cuz, I's a thug.

Baron Samedi- It's really not that great -_- (do you know who our President is..)

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Interesting day? Nope. So..>.> Well, I'm going to rant a tad. Please bear with me.

My mother. She has this quality to just anger me to the point of no return. And for no apparent reason. Why is this? I don't understand. It used to be this way with my father. But he and I are on good terms of agreement.

Lately, my mother has been trying to pawn me off on this one guy. For now, I will call him Butthole. Anyways, Butthole and I have had a really rough history. He treated me like dirt and I was too young and immature to realize exactly what was going on. I put up with his bullshit for a year before I went into the Air Force Guard.

So, during basic training and tech school, I grew up. I realized just what happened between us, and I found that I despise him. I truely do. I can tolerate his presence around me to an extent. It was horrible when I first came back [in September]. He was all "lovey-dovey" on me. Always trying to get me to go over to his place..eh hem; always trying to hug and kiss on me..ew; he just would not stop. So, one night he came over, pulling his usual routine. Butthole then asked me what I would do if he kissed me. I told Butthole I would not let that happen. I told Butthole to try my patience, if he were brave enough.

He didn't. And he didn't come around or talk to me for a good month or two. Well, Butthole is always a part of an ass, right? You can't get rid of it. He started to come around, slowly and not so strong. He then complained to me about my cold shoulder; and how he wanted to hang out, just as friends. I said sure, why not. So, every time I called to say hi and if he wanted to hang out, he would always be working. I said fuck it and didn't call him ever. He complained, I told him to go fuck himself; I was tired of trying to make peace, and he always worked. How the hell am I supposed to be friends with you if all you do is work and whine about not spending time? No, that's ridiculous. It's a waste of my time.

There's alot more to this story behind what I just told you, but that's a jist. Anyway, my mother has been trying to pawn me off on him. She even, without my knowledge, told Butthole that I would go to Daytona Beach with him. I told him no, I had to work. Then, when he came back, he told my mother that he was going to a Godsmack concert. Of course, she volunteered that I would go..again, without my knowledge. Luckily, the girl he was trying to bone had the tickets, and when he broke it off, she kept the tickets.

WHY DOES MY MOTHER DO THIS??????? And he's not the first guy she's done this shit to me with.
*sighs*

I don't understand. I wish I could move out. But, unfortunately, I don't have a stable job, flow of money, anywhere to move to, and no one to move with. If there was a golden opportunity, I would take it in a heartbeat.

Okay, I'm done for now. Sorry about that.
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