So I'm sitting at a Sinbads in Detroit yesterday. Family dinner to celebrate a bunch of birthdays.
Everyone is talking about everyone else under their breaths. Usual family drama crap. Comes time to pay bill, my dad gets it. He's paying. People start getting pissed, my Uncle throws 100 bucks at my mom and says "Take it, Chris. Don't be an ass."
Why the FUCK can't someone just be allowed to pay the bill and do something nice? I mean, come the fuck on. Total bullshit all the fucking way. I sat there at dinner wanting to just maim and kill the whole time.
I slept in the car on the way home, but not before being lectured on how I'm not acting interested enough in my parents buying vacant property to build a house on. Ok- I went out with them every sunday for like a year. I've seen over 500 houses easily. And vacant lots. I don't give a fuck anymore. Is it gonna be MY house? NO. It's theirs, so they should care about it.
Just let me fucking sleep.
So I got back to their house, jumped in my car and got home and proceeded to sleep for the next 17 (yes, 17) hours straight. It is now Noon and I'm just using one of those dog hair rollers to remove white dog hair from my black sweater and black coat. Why change clothes when they're perfectly comfortable???
This is what I chose to waste my update on. Yes, it is.
I wish I could say I had something good to say, but I don't. So I won't.
No mail today being delivered, right? FUCK. I want mail.
Everyone is talking about everyone else under their breaths. Usual family drama crap. Comes time to pay bill, my dad gets it. He's paying. People start getting pissed, my Uncle throws 100 bucks at my mom and says "Take it, Chris. Don't be an ass."
Why the FUCK can't someone just be allowed to pay the bill and do something nice? I mean, come the fuck on. Total bullshit all the fucking way. I sat there at dinner wanting to just maim and kill the whole time.
I slept in the car on the way home, but not before being lectured on how I'm not acting interested enough in my parents buying vacant property to build a house on. Ok- I went out with them every sunday for like a year. I've seen over 500 houses easily. And vacant lots. I don't give a fuck anymore. Is it gonna be MY house? NO. It's theirs, so they should care about it.
Just let me fucking sleep.
So I got back to their house, jumped in my car and got home and proceeded to sleep for the next 17 (yes, 17) hours straight. It is now Noon and I'm just using one of those dog hair rollers to remove white dog hair from my black sweater and black coat. Why change clothes when they're perfectly comfortable???
This is what I chose to waste my update on. Yes, it is.
I wish I could say I had something good to say, but I don't. So I won't.
No mail today being delivered, right? FUCK. I want mail.
amazing.
i mean. the other day i wondered. is this how alcholics feel on a daily basis? hah