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DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING!!! Viewer descresion is ADVISED! |
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I'm telling you all not to read what I'm about to write(with many typos), because it's:
1 ) Stupid
2 ) Evil
3 ) Stupid
4 ) Annoying
5 ) Evil
6 ) Stupid
7 ) Monoply-a-tized
8 ) Stupid
9 ) Annoying
10 ) Stupid plus a sack of crap!
I just need to put this somewhere, because this is MY online journal. No matter how much I fill it up with my shitty-ness I CAN still post whatever the hell I feel like posting!!! Got it? Get it? Want it? Auto-Zone? YEAH! xp
Now, I'm about to post a message that will disturb many people and even a few village folk, so that means, once again: DO NOT READ IT DUMBASSES!!!
Why are you still here? Still reading? Aww... My journal is so popular that people can't just turn around and leave. I wuff you guys... heart stare heart
Ok, now to revolutionize this journal! I'm going to post my little story in the Law and Order way of writing! HELLZ YEAH!
Yesterday, Wednesday, The Time of The Dead, New York City, Fremont, CA, In My Room: Well, my Mom was on her usual drunken rampage. You know, yelling around the house, waking the neighbors, arguing with EVERYONE she came in contact with, the whole family thing.
I usually don't give a crap, but I was trying to sleep and it was really starting to piss the hell out of me! Then my Mom and Dad started to argue loudly, and I started to feel a little bit happier, because after they argued EVERYONE in the house shut up completely and let me sleep. I was wrong, because I always have to be wrong! The universe works that way, because it sucks.
I sort of drifted off into a haze of random sleep, and woke up to random talking outside my door. WHY CAN'T PEOPLE IN MY HOUSE JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!!! Dammit... Tiredness consumes me... scream My Mom was talking about something to do with a gun, and how she was going to go out and shoot herself in the backyard.
My Dad screamed out, "Well, that's a fine birthday present for you isn't it? A bullet to the head... Happy Birthday Karen!!!" Then, I realized it was my Mom's birthday, and I felt a tiny bit crappy for not saying anything. I heard more talking about guns and my Dad yelling out something like, "Your walking around with GUNS! In the house! While your drunk! With the KIDS NEARBY!"
Another twinge of crappyness for me, and I heard my Mom bolt for the backyard door. I think my Dad was trying to pull the gun away from her, and I could hear him walking back towards his room. He dropped the gun next to my door, and I heard him say, "I hate guns..."
My Mom came into my room and was glaring at me. I suppose she thought I had hidden the gun from her, and she yelled out at me, "WHERE IS IT? DAMMIT! WHERE?"
My Dad dragged her out of my room and she seemed disgusted by me. I just rolled out of my bed and cried for awhile on the floor. That's right, me, Ash-A-Lai, ******** cried right there on the carpet of my own freakin' room...
 Tea Party Crasher · Thu May 19, 2005 @ 03:25pm · 4 Comments |
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