swear on my fucking life.... THERE IS NO PEACE.
why? because of the week spent with my parents, the past three days have
been fucking torture. because, only today? they were arguing about
chapstick at the top of their lungs. FUCKING CHAPSTICK. i
gotta leave in like 5 minutes, and i'm just sitting here wondering what the
fuck.
this is why i'm glad i'm getting out of the fucking house for the day...
generally. cause if i stayed home, i may have to ask what the fuck their
problem is. acting like someones fucked'em over or some shit...
would it kill them to say, hey, you're full of it. and you did something
asinine last week and i just want you to know that i hate you for it and
that's why i'm acting like some 3 year old.