Sunday, January 15, 2006

   Tiiiired....
Ya know, at first, staying up all night that one night to solve my sleeping issues worked...but now it's not working. GAH. And it doesn't help that all these assholes drive around with their stupid rap music blasting so loud that it shakes the house and SHOULD be making their ears bleed(I hoep it DOES.). And they obviously can't tell time, since it wakes me up soemtimes. I'd love for a law to be passed against it. That you can't play you shitty rap music(or any music for that matter) loud in your car after a certain time and can't start until a certain time. They have that for in the summer with lawn mower noise I think and stuff...so...whatever. It makes me want to watch where they park and pop their tires. *sigh* whatever.

My day was boring, nothing hap-oh, wait. Yeah, something did happen. I mentioned on here that back in March, Erik got into a lovely little car accident. He was driving around with GINA, by the way, so she was probably distracting him and he made his left without looking. So today we get a paper in the mail that tells us that we've received letters from the person who hit him and that if we don't pay the $8,000 to their insurence that they're requesting to fix their car that they're going to sue us. Isn't that fucking LOVELY? Thank you, God, for your blessings are raining down upon me like needles. I thought life was great before, but you've really outdone yourself this time, big guy. No, really! Your best work yet! Now, Erik has a smaller car(a bright yellow 2002 Mitsubishi Lancer Rally Edition to be exact) and was hit in the passenger side door. This asshole was in a fucking SUV and hardly hurt his fender. Erik's repairs cost like $3000(they had to replace all the glass and repaint the whole car and get a new door and shit) so don't you fucking tell me this asshole needs $8,000. Not to mention we don't HAVE $8,000. So guess what assholes! You picked the wrong people to try and get money from because we don't HAVE any! Ha ha fucking ha! Jokes on you! Life is so fucking ridiculous i could PUKE. So, excuse me while I go beat the shit out of something until it breaks.
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I sent him a glare. “Just what is it about me that you hate so much?”

“I…” He paused mid-step before resuming in his walk. Well, at least you have to think about it. “…a…lot of things. I just hate you. I hate…” His voice became quiet. “…that you won’t give up on me like everyone else.”

What?

“Gee, and here I thought that’s what you liked about me. I put up with all your shit, and actually get you to call me your friend, only to find out you hate me for sticking around? That’s fucking rich, princess. That’s wonderful. Best news I’ve heard all fucking day!” I stalked ahead of him.

Squall’s icy exterior seemed to melt instantly, but by then I was too mad to notice, much less care. “T-That’s not what I-”

“Save it for when I give a fuck.”

“…” And save it he did.

-Squall and Seifer, again from my fic I Promise-chapter 19.
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