Morbid Angel

Tool
2001-10-29 02:30:44 (UTC)

Sigh

What is the deal with moms? What exactly do they want from
you? So I ate something in the fridge that wasn't labeled
in my name, I thought this was my house too? It was not
brought to my attention that I was not welcome to the
lovely slab of meat, so how I was I to know? So I ask the
beast if she's hungry, she hastily replies with "NO!!!" and
I ask her yet again if she wants me and Chris to pick
anything up for her, again, I get a blunt and
horrific "NO!!!" So I ASSume that she doesn't want
anything, silly me! I forget that "no" in mom language
means, steak marsala with fetticine alfredo on the side
from Carrabba's. *smacks forehead* how could did I get
confused?!? So I return home (from a lovely chinese buffet
mind you) and she starts ranting and raving about where is
her carrabba's... what in sweet jesus' grandmother is she
talking about? I just said, "i didn't know I was supposed
to get you carrabba's" and that was a few hours ago. She
continues to waddle about the dwelling flapping her lips
bitching about how great it is to be home. I wouldn't mind
if the beast took a permanent vacation. I just can't live
with this heinous land monster anymore!!

Yanno what? I am FRIKKIN tired, this working full time going to
college full time shit thing sucks. And what's even more pathetic is
this stupid online diary shit. chicken shit I tell you, anyway..

I am throughly convinced that I could be blissfully content
living in a house, desolute from society (except for my
dog, my pal and my Chris ;)People are just too much, they
are cruel inconsiderate animals that only worry about
themselves. Most of them anyway, there are always
exceptions, and trust me, the last thing I need is someone
emailing me telling me to turn to Jesus our lord and savior
and blah blah fucking blah. I don't believe in god, I
don't have a religion. And I do not want to be bothered
with you trying to "save" me and telling me that I still
have time to "repent" I've heard it all and it's a load of
crap. The weak people need something figmentative to
believe in. I, on the other hand, know I am going to be
screwed either way. So I say, why not get drunk and have
fun while I'm here?

Thank you, drive through.

~Blitzed~




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