el-oh-el, people on MySpace...
Jul. 28th, 2007 09:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hollybrookeI got this message from *ahem* robdznutz:
"SORRY HOLLY IM AN ASS BUT I THINK YOUR CUTE HEY HIT ME UP LATER IF YOU WANT SORRY BUT IM THE LAST ONE UP OUT OF MY FREINDS I KNOW IM A CHAMP! TALK TO U LATER!!!!!"
Oh, people on MySpace are weird and/or stupid.
In other news, I went to see The Simpsons Movie last night. 'Twas great. Bart showed his wang, Homer gave all of Springfield the double middle finger, Marge said "GODDAMMIT!" and Bart wished Flanders were his dad. All in all, good summer entertainment.
And...they came home. A day early. And let's commence with the bitch-nagging, O Mother Dear!:
"It doesn't look like you guys did much of anything! These are the same dishes that were left in here when we left, I swear to God. There's no food in here! What did you waste that money on?" THE EXACT WORDS OUT OF HER MOUTH WHEN SHE CAME HOME.
What a fucking bitch.
She and Dad should've just STAYED down there an extra few days. It was a nice week with her gone, let me tell you. It's not like Hunter and I did absolutely nothing. Cleaning was done. Food was bought(and eaten; it's not like Hunter and I will just leave food in the fridge to look pretty and serve no purpose, like Mom does). And I don't know if Mom realizes it, but I HAVE A FUCKING JOB. I worked three eight-hour shifts this week while they were gone. And I knew it. Despite all the cleaning Hunter and I would do, she still wouldn't notice or give us any damn credit. I hate her so much.
Time to find a second job for some more money so I can move the fuck out. It was nice with her gone.
"SORRY HOLLY IM AN ASS BUT I THINK YOUR CUTE HEY HIT ME UP LATER IF YOU WANT SORRY BUT IM THE LAST ONE UP OUT OF MY FREINDS I KNOW IM A CHAMP! TALK TO U LATER!!!!!"
Oh, people on MySpace are weird and/or stupid.
In other news, I went to see The Simpsons Movie last night. 'Twas great. Bart showed his wang, Homer gave all of Springfield the double middle finger, Marge said "GODDAMMIT!" and Bart wished Flanders were his dad. All in all, good summer entertainment.
And...they came home. A day early. And let's commence with the bitch-nagging, O Mother Dear!:
"It doesn't look like you guys did much of anything! These are the same dishes that were left in here when we left, I swear to God. There's no food in here! What did you waste that money on?" THE EXACT WORDS OUT OF HER MOUTH WHEN SHE CAME HOME.
What a fucking bitch.
She and Dad should've just STAYED down there an extra few days. It was a nice week with her gone, let me tell you. It's not like Hunter and I did absolutely nothing. Cleaning was done. Food was bought(and eaten; it's not like Hunter and I will just leave food in the fridge to look pretty and serve no purpose, like Mom does). And I don't know if Mom realizes it, but I HAVE A FUCKING JOB. I worked three eight-hour shifts this week while they were gone. And I knew it. Despite all the cleaning Hunter and I would do, she still wouldn't notice or give us any damn credit. I hate her so much.
Time to find a second job for some more money so I can move the fuck out. It was nice with her gone.
