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[29 Dec 2008|08:28pm] |
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Thank the gods above I have my fucking house back. Jesus, now I know why I like being alone. Don't get me wrong, I love my family and my dad rocks it is the rest of them that gets under my skin. I am good for about two days after that they get on my bloody nerves. My little brother in particular. He has always had this stuck up attitude, really he needs his ass stomped and it came close on a couple of occasions when I really wanted to reach across the table and strangle the bloody hell out of him. Last christmas I slapped him upside the head and made him apologize to a waitress after he damn near had her in tears. He is a jerk off and I told him so as I made him tell her he was sorry for his indescriminent behavior as his girlfriend sat in shock.
He really ticked me off at the resteraunt being a complete ass to the wait staff. A) must you have cell phone strapped to your ear non stop for it is incredibly rude and B) the I am better than everybody attitude had to go. News flash ace it isnt your damn money that you are throwing around it is dads. Your damn near thirty and living with dad. Really impressive douch bag. And the rapper thug street mentality is a fucking joke.
His girlfriend told him to cut it out because she was affraid that I was going to box him agian this year. But out of sake for our father I just stomped down to my basement to cool off. And his girlfriend was not much better always bitching about something, its to cold, its to hot. *~* like I have control over the damned weather *~* I am affraid of the cats, * I have two black ones and they are small and spend most of there time outside*, the dog is to big, I dont like celery, the pop is warm. It just went on and fucking on. It was like drilling ice picks into my skull.
The best time was at night with just me and dad sitting on the porch drinking wine and reliving some old memories. So it was not all bad, next year I just hope he leaves the douch bag at home. I do not think I can make it through another christmas with him and his attitude and I would really hate to stomp his ass on Christmas.
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