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| First off, this blog may be a bit... angry. I need to rant.
I'd like to start the Blog by saying that just because someone tells you it's okay to show up whenever you get off work, does not mean you show up at the person's place of residence at 3am! I don't know where he got the bright idea, but my sister's "work friend" decided to show up at 2:54 this morning, waking everyone up because my dog happens to be a loud barker. Honestly though kid, when she tells you to come after work, she means right after work, not 7 hours later. You're a fucking idiot.
Next order of business. Why the fuck is all this bullshit always happening at once. I'm supposed to make the move from my house here in boring old Perth, down to my father's in Ottawa, except he's out of a job right now which means I can't come yet. No job also means no alimony for my mom, which means yay no money for bills + food = mortgage payment. Am I mad at my dad? No, his job is almost crippling him because of his feet. Am I mad at my mother? Of course not. I'm mad at God for throwing this bullshit at me/family all at once.
Next thing that happens, my mother's back gives out. So they pump her full of drugs, including high-dosage pain killers. This makes her groggy and spacey and makes me in charge of everything, including her serial killer of a mother.
All this is happening when I have to work at 5:30 in the morning both Saturday and Sunday because the people who do schedules at McDonald's are just a bunch of fucking assholes
*sigh* I need a drink.
<3 always, Dave | | |
| I promise, next time I will do better.
It's thanks to Hannah, otherwise known as Fatalis_Blanditia, that I'm now a Xanga member. I've come to surrealize that yes, it's better, a lot better, than that silly MySpace. There's too much drama on MySpace. This makes you focus on the writing. Which is good.
I'll get everything up to par soon, including the coding and such. I just hope my writing is of the same calibre as others, again, like Hannah's.
Oh angel, take me away, I want to escape to the Heavens
Show me your moon, your stars, your everything.
I want to see what you call home
The moon as your playground
and Jupiter at the turnaround
Let me escape to your world.
<3 Always, Dave. | | |
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