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7th and 8th grade boys really made me mad. Idiots. They make more mess w/ rayons, markers, and paper than kindergarteners do w/ glue, scissors, and all of the previous. AND THEY DO IT ON PURPOSE!!!! Assholes. And one of 'em was bothering me ALL FREAKIN' DAY!!!!!!!
And then, to top it off, my mom came & got me 15 minutes early. My dad's in the hospital w/ chest pains. THe (young) caardiologist apparently thinks that he's either having or will have another heart attack. He's not sure. He's young. Waiting to hear from dr. Tilton. DAMN IT! I'm home alone. Ms. Myrt couldn't come in today, my mom's at the store b/c we really need some groceries, and I have to watch my grandpa and keep track of 3 different phones b/c who knows who's going to call and which phone crying
And now, to top it all off, the person I bought my Nitemares Boots from wants them back b/c her lil bro sold 'em!!!!! I'm being nice, but I really wanted to tell her either:
A. ******** OFF, N00B!!!!, or
B. Look, I'm sorry, but I'm having a crappy day. *lists bad s**t*
But I was nice. I asked if I would be getting my gold back. If she says no, I'm sorry, I'm not doing it. I'm sorry her lil bro sold her boots, but I worked hard for them. Never let your little siblings have access to your online accounts!
and now it's thundering. stare
crying this can't be happening...
 nepie · Fri Jun 08, 2007 @ 10:30pm · 3 Comments |
