i am starving and i'm dreaming about the turkey and stuffing leftover goodness in the fridge that my sister sent me home with, but i am much too lazy to go and get it out right now.
black friday just fries you. we weren't nearly as busy as we were last year, i didn't think, but it's just dealing with it all. bleh. i went in an hour early because they called and said the music system was down and won't be fixed until monday. cue me coming in with wires to hook up my discman and a boombox just in case. after working on it for 45 minutes, i called my old boss who figured it. so after taking the boombox out to the floor and hiding it amongst some sweaters and feeling ghetto, and after Boss Man and i went searching through sears and everything and F went to best buy on his way in, but came back with the wrong thing... i ended up at circuit city on break and came back victorious.
that was a thrilling story. but, really. it was the best moment of the day when it all got hooked up right. and, really, what's better than listening to good music all day long that otherwise would have been shit? it's the little things.
found out on tuesday night that my middle sister is pregnant. mmhmm. pregnant by the fiance that i hate. pregnant with the baby of the man who used the phrase "women are pathetic" and started an outright fight with me in the middle of a movie theatre about the fact that i look "freaky". this is the man who has no respect whatsoever for me because if he did, he wouldn't constantly say things like, "chill out. it's only another month." when i start to talk about how badly i miss my mother and how it's weird to have a holiday without her (as that has never happened, just like i have never not seen her for this amount of time). i'm allowed to fucking miss my mother, asshole.
right. so she's pregnant. i thought i had until september to adjust to the idea of them getting married, but now they're moving it up to january because they baby's due in july. all of this was told to me OVER THE PHONE when i just hung out with her on sunday night... she called me from our oldest sister's in indianapolis. and she knew i was upset and she was laughing. and i hung up on her. and then i called F and cried and called jen and cried and called erin and called my mom and cried. and then i went out and got wasted.
because i don't even know how to feel about it. there isn't another person on this planet that i despise more than that bastard. i have never been so disrespected so frequently by anyone in my entire life... and i have never once gotten an apology. my sister has changed into this person that i never thought she would become because of him... and i don't understand. and i don't approve. and i am the worst sister there ever was, but i am half tempted not to go to the wedding. why torture myself and damper everyone else's fun? i love my sister, but i have said from the beginning that i never wanted them to have children.
everyone says, "as long as she's happy..." which is the nice way of saying, "i don't really approve, but i'm not going to stand in the way." and i am just so torn that i don't even know what to do.
yap. yap. yap. i have to open. food and bed sound like good ideas. no more fucking baby talk.
black friday just fries you. we weren't nearly as busy as we were last year, i didn't think, but it's just dealing with it all. bleh. i went in an hour early because they called and said the music system was down and won't be fixed until monday. cue me coming in with wires to hook up my discman and a boombox just in case. after working on it for 45 minutes, i called my old boss who figured it. so after taking the boombox out to the floor and hiding it amongst some sweaters and feeling ghetto, and after Boss Man and i went searching through sears and everything and F went to best buy on his way in, but came back with the wrong thing... i ended up at circuit city on break and came back victorious.
that was a thrilling story. but, really. it was the best moment of the day when it all got hooked up right. and, really, what's better than listening to good music all day long that otherwise would have been shit? it's the little things.
found out on tuesday night that my middle sister is pregnant. mmhmm. pregnant by the fiance that i hate. pregnant with the baby of the man who used the phrase "women are pathetic" and started an outright fight with me in the middle of a movie theatre about the fact that i look "freaky". this is the man who has no respect whatsoever for me because if he did, he wouldn't constantly say things like, "chill out. it's only another month." when i start to talk about how badly i miss my mother and how it's weird to have a holiday without her (as that has never happened, just like i have never not seen her for this amount of time). i'm allowed to fucking miss my mother, asshole.
right. so she's pregnant. i thought i had until september to adjust to the idea of them getting married, but now they're moving it up to january because they baby's due in july. all of this was told to me OVER THE PHONE when i just hung out with her on sunday night... she called me from our oldest sister's in indianapolis. and she knew i was upset and she was laughing. and i hung up on her. and then i called F and cried and called jen and cried and called erin and called my mom and cried. and then i went out and got wasted.
because i don't even know how to feel about it. there isn't another person on this planet that i despise more than that bastard. i have never been so disrespected so frequently by anyone in my entire life... and i have never once gotten an apology. my sister has changed into this person that i never thought she would become because of him... and i don't understand. and i don't approve. and i am the worst sister there ever was, but i am half tempted not to go to the wedding. why torture myself and damper everyone else's fun? i love my sister, but i have said from the beginning that i never wanted them to have children.
everyone says, "as long as she's happy..." which is the nice way of saying, "i don't really approve, but i'm not going to stand in the way." and i am just so torn that i don't even know what to do.
yap. yap. yap. i have to open. food and bed sound like good ideas. no more fucking baby talk.
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but just because the kid is going to be related to him it doesnt mean that the kid will be a jerk like him.
I didn't shop at all yesterday. No monies.