My mother’s a horrible human being. No, I’m serious, she is, she’s been cheating on her husband for six years now. And not only that, but no one cares. She’s not even remotely a hot mom. It’s slightly pathetic that she’s physically able to have two men, and I’m incapable of even gaining one and sustaining him, however I’d rather have no one at all then to be fucking around with two guys at once, don’t you think? Anyway, so basically today was an extremely boring day, I went to bed and there were less dreams. Thank Fucking God. If I would have had to deal with another dream about Boy I’d shoot myself. I was invited to a Halloween party over at my friend’s house. They requested that I dressed up. And told me if I didn’t that they would find something and force me into it despite its size. Bitch obviously is getting a little nicer on my part, I mean she isn’t actually talking to me or anything but that’s perfectly fine, as long as it gets to the point where she stops yelling at me I’m happy. I really want to hang out with the gang so I think I will. Boss really wants me to, she’s awesome. She’s one of the girls that I’ve known since middle school. You can say she’s the Boss of the group if you didn’t understand that already. At least I always predicted her to be, she’s always so smooth and comfortable and understanding and stands up for everyone. Unless you say the word, “faggot” then you’re screwed. The whole group doesn’t like that word and usually associates it with the “F” word instead of fuck. I helped her decorate last night before heading home. Her mother came over and dropped off a shit load of stuff to us basically with an ”Enjoy” on her face and headed out. I was in the center of helping when my moms van pulled up and I had to leave. I honestly think this one Kid likes me. Like really badly. But he won’t tell me instead he talks about how he’s a versatile and how I’m a bottom and I’m just like, “ehh whatever”.. I dunno how to tell him I don’t like him like that, however I don’t even know if I like him like that at all even. I’m so desperately in need of a relationship I’ll take anyone really. It’s quite pathetic if you ask me. It’s not even that though, I don’t date boys who have girlfriends, and Both Boy and Kid are taken so it’s no use. Plus the fact that the only other guy in this small little intersection of a town is a fem-boy and I don’t date fems. I sat here all day in my room; seriously, I got up to let the dogs out, which I regret to inform you, My mother is dog breeder, and has been for the past five years. Not only that, but she allows every single last dog to stay in at night. Which really isn’t the most pleasant of things seeing how it smells of ass and disinfectant everywhere you go. Luckily my mother didn’t allow the dogs to go into my room while I was away in Tallahassee, since my room was used for storage as it was. However when I moved in I requested to get my dog from her husbands house to live with me in my room. My dog, is unfortunately blind, and has been for a good two years. See the poor pathetic dog has had a lot of traumatizing accidents in his day. Like the day my mom accidentally ran him over with the car, and yes, I do mean accidentally. It broke his pelvic bone. How would you feel if your pelvic bone was broken? Not too happy now would you? But his pelvic bone was broken, and then about five months later he had to get his right eye removed due to a cataract and glaucoma, they luckily sewed it shut so whenever we called his name we wouldn’t have to stare at a gaping black abyss formerly known as his right eye. Later on he got into a fight with another one of my mothers dogs and it bit his left eye, causing him to go blind in the eye. And the moral of the story is… He now runs into not only parked cars. But walls, and street posts, and mailboxes, and dressers, and other dogs, and the refrigerator. And sometimes he gets stuck behind doors, but it’s still funny. I’m an asshole. So while he sits in my room with me away from the other part of the house, I sat here playing the piano from noon to six pm. How exhilarating. I would have been on here typing up a grand update for you all to sink your teeth into but I was too busy trying to learn the final fantasy 7 song, which I’m practically almost done. Every now and again the annoying little neighbor boys will run by and I’ll stick my head out the window and randomly bark at them or suddenly grow a very creepy voice and screech at them, “I’ma gettchu little boys! I’ma gettchu!” having them run off to another section of the woods chasing chickens. Yes... They were chasing chickens. And why may I ask? I dunno but It was amusing to scare them when they came by my bedroom window. I’ve nicknamed them. I call one Monkey Boy. For one day I was standing in my front yard on my cell phone, because unfortunately it’s so poor out here in nowhere land that you have to stand outside to get a signal. But anyway, I was standing there, and I see a flash of dark skin far off in the distance. And there was Monkey Boy swinging from a branch that was about to break off a good ten feet in the air, the boy looks pathetic, I wanted to laugh. So I did. The other boy I call Slave. Only because he follows around Monkey Boy where ever he goes with the distinct need to be ordered around. There’s a girl too, I don’t see her as often because she’s older then the boys but I call her Annoyance. Sometimes when she sees me outside she’ll randomly bring up a reason to come talk to me. Like once it was, “Is your power off?” and this second time she brought a dog over to our house. I’ve never seen the dog in my life, but she brings him over anyway and asks if it’s ours. The way she looked at me gave me the impression she knew it wasn’t ours. So I shook my head and turned away. She then handed the dog over to Monkey Boy and replied, “its yours!”