So done…

why does god let him live? i mean all he does to my mother is create more stress, more bills, and more anxiety.
yes, i am talking about my father.
i came home from working for 6 hours with no computers or cash-register, to trip over his back pack thats sitting at the front door for tomorrow morning, i already have 1 broken toe, so i went back and said "stop leaving your god damn back pack at the front door." and i went to the bathroom, well when i came out, he started yelling about how this was his house and i could get the hell out now, so i told him to shut the hell up, and i went in my room then i came back out and said you know what this is your house, but its not your car, so find your own way to church tomorrow!
he goes, what do you mean its not my fucking house! its my house! my names on the deed!
i was like if you'd shut-up and listen i didn't say anything about the house not being yours, i said, the house IS yours, but the CAR is not so find another way to church tomorrow!
hes like o, i'm not worried about tomorrow
i said good, neither am i!

friday at the papa johns

i should've gone to my friends party.... i really like this 1 guy i work with, and he didn't wanna go cause he was all like there's drugs and alcohol i don't wanna go so we drove around fredrick and then came back to papa johns made a pizza and then drove 2 maeski park and wer gonna eat the pizza at the picnic tables but, it was like 12 in the morning and pitch black and i swear there was like something in the softballfield so we ran like hell back to my car (which was interesting) and ate there, then we drove down 97 and i took him back to papa johns so he could get his car and go home... i got it bad... but he's such a dork...

Introduction

So my best friend is moved into her new college dorm now, and she'll be gone for three years... she's gone, my other best friend is a mother to my god daughter getting married and as moved to romney... my other friend is trying to move to frostburg, my other friend is in finksburg, and i'm just here... in mt. airy... alone... yet not alone... i'm stuck in this stupid house with a brother whose way to old to be here a mother whose to nuerotic to let me leave and a father who i wish would do evryone a favor and just die already! this is my blog, my blog to complain, if you don't want to read it... then don't...