Sunday, August 10, 2003

I was getting out of the shower and going into my room when I thought to myself, "Clothes can wait, let us blog!" So here I am, in a towel, typing on the computer. I am such a freak, but so darn cute! I turned off my AIM for the first time since I got my computer. Quite a step forward in the direction of freedom from my compulsion, that is blogging and instant messanging. Yesterday was my last day as god, today Ashley starts her reign. OmA (oh my Ashley), I have nothing to say! I said that there just so I could use the OmA acronyom. So, yeah, right now I am getting ready to go to El Torito's with Frankie, Clint and maybe Mom and Annie. I had a really long convo with Clint last night, oddly enough. It was mostly about Duy, but it kinda tied in with what happened between me and David. He really needs to fix his self-pity problem. David I mean, not Clint. David has way too much self-pity as an after affect of his stint with Fuck-face-and-more Felly. I mean Kelly, sorry I got her name confused with fellatio. Even though no guy in his right mind would want her ugly face on his dick, kelly was very proud that she had what she called DSL. Dick Sucking Lips. She was an all mighty moron and had no idea that this supposed facial feature was actually the acronyom for Direct Server Link. Fucking moron. But hell, I don't need to get mad about that piece of shit right now. I have a good life for the most part, even if I refuse to acknowledge it. Mother and Dad had a pretty bad argument this morning. Dad still isn't back yet. And Mother is being especially nice to me, becasue I was the only one awake at the time of the boil, so I got a pretty bad douse of tounge lashing this morning. Something along the lines of, Mother wasted her life on us and she regrets ever having children and maybe Dad should just get a girlfriend of his to clean the house. God, I hate this shit. It bothers me. I don't want to hear it, it is not for children to know. Like bills. Mother always informs me of the state of our financial situation and that depresses the fuck out of me. Anyway, I have to get ready now, so if you read this before I proof it, sorry, refresh it in another few hours and all will be fine. Later.

CMaZ

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