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Saturday, September 3, 2005


Pissed to where you don't care
Have you ever been stressed to the point where you feell ike the only way to feel better is if you cry yet you don't even care anymore? I don't think I'm stressed...it's more like pissed. I don't care how good of a "drunk" you are or how good you are just drinking and driving period. When it's Friday night and you've gotten blown off twice and the second reason being because you don't wanna be "rude" and you've been given the impression that you're going to do what you were told y'all were goin' to do before you left...:sighs: ok we were suposed to go bowling for the passed two days. The first day I have no idea what happened! ok the second day we had planned it since yesterday and we were talking about it all morning. Ok well my sister fell asleep on the couch and decided she was too tired, which hey I don't mind 'cause she had been working hard and her job sucks and her boss is an ass and needs to be capped...if he didn't have a family, anyway besides the point. So right before Busola and I are about to leave what happens? my brother calls talkin' about he wanted to take us out to eat. So Busola blew me off and made plans with him saying that we were going to go do both which she damn well knew wasn't gonna happen. First of all she didn't tell me about it..she was just takin' her time with everything until finally I got on to her about it and then she tells me! wtf! by the time my brother had finally come over here, finished his shower, and buffed his shoes we could've gone to the bowling alley, bowled two or maybe even three games, and come back but no we ended up going in MY car which he WOULDN'T LET ME DRIVE! and of course Busola's over there talkin' about how come one let's just be glad we're getting out. HE DOESN'T TEAR UP YOUR CAR! MY CAR ISN'T A DAMN TRUCK OR SHIFT! YOU CAN'T HAVE THE MAX AC ON AND THEN EXPECT THE CAR TO JUMP FORWARD SO YOU PRESS THE PEDDAL TO THE GROUND AND THE ENGINE STARTS CLICKING! AND IF ANYTHING WOULD'VE GONE WRONG HE WOULD HAVE DENIED IT! then we don't even go to the place we were suposed to go to...we go to his friends house have him follow us, which I really didn't care at this point, and went to Fridays. He had two large ass alcaholic thingies..I have no clue what it was besides big and a carona...and this mofo still thought he was drivin' home. Pluse Busola was messed up sittin' right behind him grabbin' in the front seat. And earlier while we were in the bathroom Busola said that after this we would go bowling 'cause she knew I was mad at her so in the car she was all let's not go 'cause your brother has to go to work in fifteen minutes...:blink blink: FUCK THAT! besides all that and other things I really don't feel like typing I had a great evening. The one chance we had without the kids got blown for some alcahol. Yup it was lovely...I do actually appreciate him paying for my Fried Mozzerella.
I've been complaining so much lately..I hate it but I know if I don't do this I'd go off on one of them. My sister says all this stuff that I should do but they do her totally different than me just like if that were her in the car none of that shit would've happened.He even asked if she was coming before he started to call one of his friends that's why we ended up going somewhere else 'cause she wasn't coming. I don't care what anybody says that's fucked up.
I think I spoke too soon :looks at the last post: I WANT ELLEN!


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