Yuck.

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
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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***
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