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| I went to the mall again today, almost blew the goddamn thing up. People there are so fucking idiotic. Some asshole at Barnes & Nobles broke the goddamn cash register like 20 times trying to ring some old sea hag's books up. I hope that zit faced puke gets fired, and hit by a bus on the way home. Bitch Later on, I asked my Dad for an extra 5 bucks to get a spot at some photography shop, I have NO nice pictures of me. But no, cant do that, 5 dollars is SO hard to part with. Far be it from me to ask for something trivial. But ok, Aaron gets this $20 magic trick thingie, I dunno some fuckin lights spin around, looks like it's hanging in midair, pointless waste of time. I was like, WHAT THE HELL?! Started yelling at him right in the middle of the goddamn mall. I mean, I am paying for the actual fuckin prints, all I wanted was 5 MOTHERFUCKING DOLLARS!!! Is it honestly THAT bad?! He was getting a copy for work, the only picture of me he HAS there is from 3 years ago when I had black hair and an extra 100 something pounds on me. Fat gothic whore was me. I thouhg tit was a damned good idea. The lady running the counter looked at my Dad like he was some kind of dead rat, cant even give his daughter 5 dollars for something selfless. A GODDAMN PICTURE OF HIS PRECIOUS DAUGHTER THAT HE CAN SHOW OFF TO ALL HIS SUPERFICIAL PIG BRAINED FRIENDS AT WORK!!! I was only thinking of him. I was so pissed, I took back his present that he had been whining about for the last 3 fucking months. He watched me put down the Easy Rider DVD and the reciept and I strutted out of Suncoast with a big shiteating grin on my face, and an extra 20 dollars in my pocket. I hope he cries. Jeesus. Stingy bastard. I hadn't asked for anything else that whole day, not a break to rest my feet, no coffee money, no food money, just 5 bux for his own present. Sorry if I ran out of money buying your relatives all these fancy pants expensive presents. My bad. I'll never buy them anything nice again. Next year Aunt Ellen is getting a baggie full of dog vomit and some flat Pepsi. I never liked Ellen anyways. Always thought she was sooo cool because she goes on all these trips to exotic places. I hope she picked up some exotic STD's for souveniers. Whore. I've been invited to a "party" tomorrow, by my friend Marie. Her boyfriend doesn't want me to go because his "friend" Joe doesn't like me and talks all this shit about me behind my back. I've never met Marie's boyfriend before. I know Joe from like 2 years back, and I hated him the second I layed eyes on him. That fat fucking slob. GOD, I want to ram his face in a coffee grinder. Give his girlfriend a Joe Gut flavored Latte. The only reason Joe doesn't like me is because I refused to go out with him. He was up my ass the first time I met him, drooling on me, calling me honey and baby, basically being your basic horny fat pig male. I hope he chokes on a meatball and dies. I hate it when people do that shit. Reject em, and they hate you for the rest of your life, they wish you were dead almost as much as you wish they were being worm fodder. Joe would be a worm colonies wet dream. There is enough tapioca and beef in that mound of flesh to feed several hundred generations of worms and other refuse eating bugs and animals. He could fertilize a few football fields, and have enough ass left over to cover a couple farms. Goddam pig. On a more serious note, what the hell is up with not calling your girlfriend in a week? ( directed at Greg ) Ok, my man is on leave, been on leave for a week. Been home all week. Call me even once? Fuck no. Of course not. I suppose I'm not good enough for one motherfucking call when there is 5 minutes to spare. For all I know, he's out with some bleach blonde lil skibunny whore that he met when he went snowboarding last weekend. Or out with some bar fly from Polly Esthers. Fuck that shit. I'm sorry, don't mean to sound controlling or nuttin, but I LIKE TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON SOMETIMES!!!!!!! I feel more and more like a goddamn weekend fling than anything else. I can understand why he doesn't call me while he's doing his Army stuff, that keeps you busy. But what the HELL is up with this?! I'm sure someone out there understands what the fuck I'm talking about. RARR! I think I am going to write a violent E-mail to one of my friends. Fuck this page, I have YELLING to do!!!!! Whore. **Elizabeth** |
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