on the phone with the mother unit tonight and she’s bitching about my little brother (which in turn, gets me all riled up and upsetful cuz like, he’s 9 fucking years old…cut the kid some slack, yo!) and she goes: “you know, one of these nights i’m just not going to go home at all.”
niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.
fuckin’ deluxe, yo. and thus, with the advent of my ass gettin’ all up here in years (the birthday beast is stalking me, it’s hot breath fuckin’ suffocatin’ me around every corner) it appears that my parents are starting to lack any discretion whatsoever as time goes on. and this is giving them credit for ever having any in the first place.
i’m over here trying to make everything work out for school (housing, financial aid, loans, admission, etc.) and barely making it and giving myself a fucking heart attack to get it all done and my mom is all tryin’ to lay a call-down on me all ‘why haven’t you done such and such?’ and FUCK THAT!
and we’re gonna end this lil piece o’ shit right here because it’s making me sound all petulant and decidedly childish.
and i’m not down with that, ya heard.
