God, I hate this day already...

Nothing like being in tears less than an hour after ya wake up, especially tears of RAGE!!!!

Here's the deal... George can shove the blue Firebird up his ass and keep it. My white Firebird needs to be removed from my sight and I'm done with this bullshit.

Sonofabitch is taking the fucking car to JERSEY for four motherfucking days. Fuck me.
Rob, for some reason, just will NOT bring his truck back over, even though there is $700 bucks sitting here waiting and has been since LAST WEDNESDAY!!!!!!!!

I fuckin' quit.
Fuck my phone.
Fuck messenger for now.
Fuck the world.

But mostly, OBVIOUSLY, fuck me.

Gotcha.

Update 46 minutes later....

Well, anybody wanna bet my PERIOD shows up shortly?

I swear to CHRIST if I could, I'd reach up there with my BARE HANDS and rip my uterus out and feed it to the dogs. I hate this bullshit.

Now, really... what fuckin difference does it make whether or not DIPSHIT (who won't ask JAMIE his BOSS if he can take ONE OF his (6) vehicles to Jersey, why I do not know... to piss me off, I believe...) takes that piece of shit blue Bird to Jersey?

Hmmmm..... It''s just fuckin' ANNOYING, I guess.

I CAN get another (utility body, old nasty thing) truck if I HAVE TO go someplace, I know that. (I know that, I just don't CARE about that right this sec, okay?)

It's probably the fact that George NEVER MENTIONED this little "trip" of his to me at all, even once. All he said after I found out was "Well, why do ya think I've been nagging you to get ahold of Rob?", as if THAT is supposed to mean, "I'll be taking the only vehicle we all have between us that runs to Jersey for four days, even tho you just got your license back and fuck you..."
The WAY I found out was I happened to be in here yesterday when his stupid sister called to see if he was going to be there last night or tonight. THAT pissed me off to start with, because Eric gets paid on Wednesdays and George has, for the last almost TWO YEARS, taken my license-less ass to the grocery store on Wednesdays. How the flying FUCK did his retarded sister get the idea that he'd EVER be there on a goddamned TUESDAY? WHY would he "let" her think that for even a second? Dickhead....

Unless, it just occurs to me, he had the idea he'd have Rob's truck by now, which after he gets THAT, he can do any damned thing he pleases?

siiiigh... okay, there's one mystery solved.

Now, about Rob and this truck....
WTF?

I wish I knew. Even just a clue.

He KNOWS the money is here. He KNOWS we only have the one car. He KNOWS I've got my license back.

I cannot, for the sanity of me, understand why he won't just bring the truck, get the cash and save me from killing someone because of George having to STEAL MY FUCKING CAR AGAIN, GODDAMNIT!!!!!
(Sorry, but the truth WILL come out.... that is exactly how I feel... I mean, fuck man, Jamie honestly has about 6 vehicles and if George won't ask to use one of them because he thinks Jamie'll just say no anyhow, how the fuck does he think I feel about him taking the ONLY vehicle I own? Well, okay... I own two, if ya count the white Bird, which I still want outta my sight because I no longer believe, even one bit, that it's gonna EVER be fixed...)

C'mon, Rob.... what's the deal? Is the truck already gone, or what? Just tell me, okay? Gotta get this car crap resolved, one way or the other.

In the meantime.... World- approach at yer own risk. I will not, until such time as I get this shit straight, be held responsible for my possible actions or "sentiments", okay? I'm not the oneS responsible for getting me this pissed off, so I ain't taking the blame for how I react.

Make sense?

I know that it does. (/clenched jaw) Very good.

Wanna know EXACTLY how frustrated I am right now?
I feel, coming outta my eyes, the exact same look as was in "Pyle's" eyes right before he killed Hartman and himself in "Full Metal Jacket". That same stare, the same void of any emotion that could even POSSIBLY be construed as "good"... a flat "Da fuck YOU want? Something?" kinda look.

Anybody outside says the wrong thing to me, they're liable to hear the following from me, as it IS the truth....

"Do I look like I care? Cause, ya know... if I do, I'll just keep re-arranging my expression til you GET IT!!!! Leave me ALONE!!!!!!" (Bill....)

Hell, even I don't wanna be around me now.
I hate this.

*deep breath*

I'll be back later.
Maybe.

Peace, yall....

Posted by: Stevie at 08:06 AM

Comments

Posted by: Mad Mikey at September 22, 2004 10:50 AM (c2F1/)

2 Um. Hi. Did you lose your weed or something? It's never to early to smoke a joint, no matter what ANYONE says. Some days, ya gotta do what ya gotta do, and if blazin up first thing in the morning to scare the PMS outta ya is what ya gotta do - then freakin do it, girl! Also, even though it sounds like a cliche, to some extent, those PMS pills (Pamprin is my fav) really can help. Swear to gawd. You'll be feelin' more like yer old self before ya know it. Hang in there. Or, like my best friend likes to say "kick rocks." (Yeah, she means it literally. She's not right in the head.)

Posted by: AmyVegas at September 22, 2004 10:55 AM (iS3EV)

Posted by: Light & Dark at September 22, 2004 06:08 PM (eT6wp)

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