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I sometimes really hate living at home

Yesterday I ask my parents to get me some razor blades when they go to the store cause I'm out and I haven't been able to leave the house due to snow. Well today they bought some for me, just not the right kind and when I pointed this out I got yelled at and told to buy my own cause they where twelve bucks. And when I tried to explain that I was just pointing out that they weren't the right kind, I got accused of throwing a fit, which I clearly wasn't, and now I'm up here wishing I had never gone downstairs. I'm sorry your phone is defective and sends you ten pages to every one you get. Maybe instead of throwing it around and screaming about how it's broken, you take it in and make them fix it. You won't be so short tempered if you actually solved your problems, instead of holding them inside and taking them out on people who don't need them. Something you accuse mother of doing all the time. No, you do it more then she does. I don't need or want this kind of treatment from you when I clearly did nothing wrong and it is all your temper about having to work late last night, which is part of your job that you took with fully knowing this, with a broken phone and chip on your shoulder that you work more and harder then anyone else. You don't really know that you do or not. Just because you are older then everyone you work with, doesn't mean you work harder then them and doesn't necessarily mean they go home early everyday. They could just work faster. Other peoples feelings count too. I'm sorry you are second guessed and disrespected at work all the time by the boss man, but you know something, you can quit anytime. None of us will shed a tear about it. I know I won't get an apology, cause that would be to big of you, but respect is a two way street. I respect you and you know that, so don't disrespect me. Especially on a Saturday morning when I've just woken up. You would not like it done to you, so don't you dare do it to me.
From the design to the features, what should the perfect kid-friendly laptop include? What would you leave out?

Computers are for porn.

Writer's Block: Fantasy Sports

Imagine you manage a coven of baseball-playing vampires. The Cullen family is really strong this year and you want to bring in a ringer. Which currently active MLB baseball player do you sire?

Buffy The Vampire Slayer. She'd take those suckers down cause they'd just get in her way.

Well it's official

Looks like I'm not leaving the house until work on Thursday. I cannot put on shoes. Not only are the tops of my feet scorched to high heavens, but my feet are swollen again... bad. Gah, whyyyy! I didn't even enjoy the beach cause my aunt Joanne wanted to call the cops to report my uncle Alan missing for taking an hour and some walk. I was planning on only staying a half an hour or so, but I could not leave her cause I didn't want her running off and doing something stupid so I stayed. And now I am paying for it. Big time.

Am I ever the idiot

You don't need sun screen, I says. You won't be on the beach long, I says. Well, I spend a good hour and half there and now I am radiating off enough heat to melt a freaken igloo and I am covered head to toe in gold bond powder. Have I told you how smart I am lately? No? It's cause I'm not. At all.

Writer's Block: Birthday Shout-out

Happy birthday, J.K. Rowling! Which of her seven Harry Potter novels do you think is the most satisfying read?

The Order Of The Phoenix. :D
How has technology impacted the quality time you spend with your family?

Pretty much makes me invisible, but we always try to eat dinner together.

Ugh, men

It's things like this that make me think I am swearing off the penis for good. Yesterday in Northeast, I'm walking down to street to get to Woody's to meet Chris and Tim. My parents are walking behind me. Traffic is pretty heavy on the street, cars are stopping and starting. Just as I am getting near the store with the serious dog fetish, I hear a car honk next to me on the street. The curious Gorge inside me thinks to look around to see who honked and why. I look to the side of me to see this guy who looked a little older then 18, nodding his head appreciatively at me. The guy was kind of cute looking, I'll give him that, but it was in that moment that I release, I just got hit on, and I felt so embarrassed. Cause most likely they did it for a laugh. I haven't gotten honked at since I was 18 when my mom and I were walking to church. Both times, I was wearing a skirt, but I had freaken leggings on yesterday. The first time it was middle aged Hispanic males who did it and they wolf whistled, which made it worse, but ugh. I hate men. Really? I'm not a thing you can boggle at. And then later on I think we saw them buying ice at Walmart on the way home, while we were waiting for mother to get out of the bathroom. The guy was trying not to make eye contact with me.

Writer's Block: Pick and Stick

If you could only eat one kind of cuisine—Mexican, Thai, French, Italian, Indian, Chinese, etc.—for the rest of your life, which one would you choose?

Italian hands down.



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