| The Bitch for 12-16 |
| OKAY. There is sooo much to bitch about, so little time. Or am I the only one who's noticed that? Well anyways. I think I'll just go off. I hate the fucking holidays. Whee we all get presents. Yay I get to be annoyed by my stupid family. Joy! The only upside is the food. Well, unless you are me, and you eat with my family. I think my grandparents hate us. I like spanging for food at other peoples houses, they always have good food. My Grandparents are health nuts. They like to cook enough LOW FAT ( gag ) food for 2 people and feed it to the other 8 people who have come to the Holiday "feast". Ugh they drive me utterly insane. My Grandma calls me fat, my Grandpa gives me the bad girl speech. If it wasn't such a goddamn joyous day, I'd kill them all. I know I'm overweight, no need to state the obvious. I know I'm bad, they just have no idea how bad I actually am. Hehe. On another note, I'm starting to hate the U.S. Army. Sure the defense of our Country is all well and good, I'm sure I'll appreciate it someday. But for some reason, they have this thing about relocating people. Greg is going to SFAS school ( takes 3 fucking weeks ) and if he passes the course and gets accepted, he's shipped off to some pigraping state. Oh yeah Yay for Greg, I'm proud to be sure. But Goddamnit, that leaves me absolutly NOWHERE exept alone. How fun for me. I'm thinking I should just drop out of the local dating scene and go crazy. When you are all locked up in a padded room doped up on Thorazine, you don't need companionship or sex. The hallucination and voices suffice. I'm thinking, I'm already halfway to the local asylum as it is. People drive me up the goddamn wall. I hate huge crowds. I REALLY hate the mobs of old people who I always manage to get stuck behind. They shuffle along as slowly as possible, take up the entire aisle, and stop wherever they goddamn please without paying any mind to the people who have to piss like a racehorse that are standing behind them. Have ytou ever tried to get through a crowd of geezers?! It's fuckin IMPOSSIBLE! They have this sixth sense about having someone behind them, and they know which way you are going to move in order to pass by them, so they immediatly shuffle to the side to block you. I was at the mall this weekend and I had like 6 cups of coffee prior to arrival. It hit me about an hour later while wandering through the Electronics Ect. store that oh my god I have to go NOW! So I ran to Sears and got lost in my desperate search for the can. When I finally catch a glimpse of the restrooms sign, to my dismay, I saw a herd of cackling biddies going thier usual gimpy turtle pace down the aisle I needed to be on. There was no other option but to go straight and try to bust through. Did I do it? It took me 10 minutes to actually get through the mob by blurting out, "OH YES, LETS ALL STAND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AISLE AND BE VERY INCONSIDERATE!" ( I had said excuse me at least 15 times ) I got my message through suffice to say. One of them got the hell out of my way and I made it ( just in time ) to the bathroom. I got a bunch of nasty looks from them when I came out, but it was a goddamn emergency and they were in my way. If they hadn't have moved, I probably would have gone completly insane and pissed on thier shoes. ANOTHER THING! WHY THE HELL DOES CIGARETTE SMOKE ALWAYS GET IN YOUR FACE EVEN THOUGH IT WASN'T AIMED THAT WAY IN THE FIRST PLACE?! ( My Dad is sitting next to me smoking ) THAT drives me crazy. I can't stand it. I used to think it smelled good, but now I want to kill it. Unfortunatly you can't kill smoke so I'm stuck. I can't really bitch about this much since I smoke too, but wait, I can bitch about whatever the hell I want. I've already yelled at him for it, he doesn't need to sit 6 inches from me, with the ashtray right next to me, and blow the smoke downwards so it bounces off the counter and hits me in the goddamn face. ARGH! *kof*kof* ANyways, I suppose I am done for now...listen next time for my *dumdumduuumm* DAILY BITCH FEST! **Elizabeth** |
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