I try to tone it down the best that I can, but really, when my mom starts dragging her loud, obnoxious, drunk biker friends home at 3 in the morning and sit in the kitchen and TALK and TALK AND TALK, SO LOUD THAT I CAN'T EVEN HEAR MY MUSIC THROUGH MY HEADPHONES, I try not to be too annoyed at it.
And when my mom then asks me to get my guitar to show it to them, oh and to drag my poor guinea pig so that they can traumatize him and get the dogs riled up so they try to eat him, I try reign in my anger a little bit.
BUT, WHEN THEY FORGET TO GO HOME, AND INSTEAD, FILL MY KITCHEN UP WITH UNNECESSARILY LOUD CONVERSATIONS ABOUT SOMEONE BEING OBVIOUSLY HOMOSEXUAL IF THEY KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN 'NEON YELLOW' AND 'SHARTRUCE', ROUGH HOUSING WITH MY DOGS AND MAKING THEM BARK SO LOUD THE NAIGHBORS PROBABLY HATE US EVEN MORE NOW, AND THEN THEY KEEP ASKING ME WHERE I'M STASHING MY CIGARETES EVERY FIVE MINUTES, I THINK I'D BE JUSTIFIED IF I STARTED CUTTING THEIR DICKS OF, WOULDN'T I?
NOW. RANDOM MUSIC TIEM SO I DON'T GET TOO VIOLENT.
I really liked the first movie better. BUT I LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE ALL THE NEW AUTO BOTSSSSS
GAHHHHHHHSLfkja;gjka;ofuhbva;oshdg;hfg;
If my mom and the caveman weren't there I would've been screaming
"OPTIMUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS! D8 NOOOOOOOOOOO! BAHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANNA REFUUUUUUND!"
And the ending that ONLY had Sam and Optimus and stupid humans D<
"WHERE IS BUMBLE BEE?! BUMBLE BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! WHERE'D HE GOOOOOOOOO?! GODDAMNIIIIIIIIIIT! DID YOU KILL HIM OFF TOO?! YOU BASTARDS! BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! D8< "
. . . I REALLYREALLYREALLY WANNA GET THE SOUNDTRACK NOW GODDAMNIT. STUPID HOLLYWOOD. MAKING NOT-AS-GREAT FIGHTSCENES SUPER AMAZING WITH YOUR AMERICAN ROCK MUSIC D< I SAW WHAT YOU DID THERE.
ALSO. I've gotten completely caught up on Bleach for the past week or so. ANDANDAND. MY BROTHER SHAT BRIX AND BROKE THE TOILET. NOW WE HAVE ONE NAMED PEGASUS!
I FUCKING HATE MY BROTHERRRRLASF:LK:FH:FLJH:FLJH:KHLJFD D<
EVERY FUCKING TIME SOMETHING OF HIS GOES MISSING, HE DOESN'T LOOK FOR IT, OH NO.
HE COMES STRAIGHT UP TO ME AND ASKS WHY I STOLE IT.
I DID NOT TAKE YOUR FUCKING $20 D<
I DO NOT CARE ENOUGH ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE IN YOUR ROOM TO WANT TO TAKE IT.
I DON'T NEED YOUR MONEY, I HAVE MY OWN.
NOW HE'S GONNA GO AND BITCH TO MOM ABOUT ME STEALING HIS SHIT WHICH I DID. NOT. DO.
AND MY MOM'S GONNA TRY TO BITCH ME OUT AND HE'S GONNA SIT ON HIS ASS AND DEMAND TO BE REIMBURSED FROM MY WALLET.
IT ISN'T MY FAULT THAT YOU'RE A DUMB SHIT WHO LOSES THINGS. JUST BECAUSE WE'RE THE ONLY ONES HOME DOESN'T MAKE ME THE CULPRIT. THE DOGS COULD HAVE MOVED YOUR WALLET, YOU COULD HAVE MOVED IT AND FORGOT, ANYTHING COULD HAVE HAPPENED.
AND THEN HE'S GONA GO POKE AROUND IN MY ROOM AND TRY TO STEAL MY WALLET WITH THE WHOLE $2 I KEEP IN THERE. THEN HE'S GONNA POKE AROUND IN ALL OF MY SHIT AND TRY TO FIND IT, MEANWHILE STUMBLING UPON ALL OF THE BAD THINGS I KEEP IN MY ROOM. THEN SQUEAL TO MOMMY LIKE THE LITTLE BITCH THAT HE IS.
GOD. JUST. AFDHJ;ALSFJLASHG;LASKHG;LAKSDGFL;AISUF;LHFL;SAIHDF'GJ
I REALLY HOPE HE NEVER PROCREATES. THE WORLD DOESN'T NEED MORE LITTLE DISGUSTING GREASY ASSHOLE CAVEMEN-LOOKING THINGS LIKE HIM.
/NOT DEAD.
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