Listening to: "Down With The Sickness" - System Of A Down
Feeling: sorry
So.. Last night.. Well, It ran into this morning. And this morning ran into this afternoon. I pulled an all nighter and by 3 pm I was curled up on the floor in my bathroom. Then it was suggested I call my dad.
So I did. He was royally pissed for a few. Refused to bring me some 7 up.
Then my cousin came over.. and teased me untill I burst into tears and locked myself in my room. But then I had to come out.. I wouldn't had I had much of a choice. I really didn't.
Then... They left me and went to the store.. N I woke up to them bitching cause I got to go to bed instead of go to school. So I listened to them argue for a bit... N finally everyone left to wherever they had to go.
Uncle promised he wouldn't vix me. N I woke up to him telling my dad something about some bullshit Indian saying that he says means, "fuck it" So now I must be prepared to kick his ass if he vixes me.
My dad brought me my 7 up. Then I listened to them talk for a bit.. and dad left.. and I made uncle make me some food.. After a long discussion about me being too picky for my own good. N decided I'd complain. So ended up here.. The beauty of it all. You don't want to hear me bitch. You don't have to read it.
Hugs,
Roxy
lol, assuming of coarse the person reading doesn't want to, :-P -nathan-
Complaining always makes me feel better... and I'm picky too! And your dad damn well better have brought you 7up... KINKI