2004-09-02

Powerful Scum

I hate this guy who calls for my mom or dad. His name is Kenny. He's southern. A drunk. I pick up the phone and he says, "HI, THIS IS KENNY, IS YOUR MOM OR DAAAAD THEEEEEEERRRRRRE?"

It's annoying.

One thing I fucking hate is that my mom is always asking me if I had taken by pill when I get angry at scream at everyone. She opens the bottle and gets my pill with her digusting hands that touch cigarettes and ashtrays. I tell her to stop getting my pill. I can do it myself but she keeps doing it and everytime I reach for it, she jerks away.

Then I say, "What? Do you think I'm going to overdose or something?!" She says no but I don't know why she won't let me get it myself.

Today I took it myself to save her the freakin' trouble.

I hate all these ashtrays. So many of them.

I watched Roseanne. I decided I want to watch it all the time from now on. Mark is hot and I can relate to Darlene.

The story of my life is sitting in front of the computer in a shirt that has stains and has been worn for days.

Without a shower. I want to see Garden State, damn it.

turbogeek at 4:53 p.m.

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