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| Thanatos | Mar 19 2009, 05:53 PM Post #1 |
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The darkness before the dawn
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hokay, so someone suggested that I rant about what's ticking me off, and I decided to do so since I have nothing better to do. I also don't expect any sympathy or pity, nor do I really want any. Sickness Both the physical and the mental kind. The physical kind in this rant happens to be Acute Bronchitis. Basically, it feels like someone's hand is crushing my heart. It also means that it hurts to laugh, run, or even talk without taking several breaths a minute. Heck, walking up a flight of stairs made me feel like I had run a marathon. After lunch today, I walked back upstairs and collapsed in my seat, and nearly passed out. It also means that I have a killer cough, and keep coughing up snot half thee time x.x I also have a fever and a headache. The really great part is that my friends who had it both got a fever of 103 degrees, which means its only going to get worse and make me more irritable. The mental illness isn't actually mine, but a good friend of mine who is continually depressed. She thinks she's not worth shit, which is stupid because she's one of the best people I know. My little bro's dog This dog pisses the hell outta me. She's a pit bull pup, and reaches about to my knee when sitting. She's also not housebroken, which means that almost every morning, when I wake up and am too tired to take stock of my surroundings, I step in dog shit. This dog also happens to like to beat the crap out of my dog (a shitzu) when she's about twice is size. The little brain dead dog has also almost gotten ran over three times this week, (the closest being yesterday when someone slammed on their breaks just in time to be an inch from her when they stopped) So, of course my little brother gives off an ear-splitting scream that gives me a headache, and them his royal assness, Anthony (my step-dad, who shall be mentioned later), beats her ass with a stick, so my little brother cries and Anthony yells at him, which I have to hear. -.- Thanks, Anthony. ANTHONY Probably the MAIN cause of my horrible mood. I gotta start at the beginning for this one. Around when I was seven, my mom married him, and soon I got a little brother named Matthew. Anthony was a bigger ass than I've been to ANYONE. He would yell at me for walking through the room, and more or less made me miserable those two years. Around when I was nine, it all came to a breaking point. One night, he comes home drunk off his ass while I'm asleep, I hear him and mom arguing, then a loud clunk of my mother's head hitting the wall. (fortunately, it was rather poorly made, otherwise she could be in trouble). I walked out of my bedroom to see them still arguing, Matt in my mom's arms, crying (understandably.) and I went over and hid behind my mom. (shut up, I was nine) Then, Anthony threatened to go get his gun and kill us all. Thankfully, as he started to head towards his room for the gun, our door opened and his mother was there. She told us to go and she'd take care of him. As we left, he threatened to slit our tires. We finally got to a friend's house that let us spend the night, and about a day or two later, finished moving out. Now, fast forward to about a month ago. Anthony dumped his 96047849046th girlfriend, and asked to stay at our house for a bit. Mostly over the experience seven years ago, I said "Sure" when my mom asked me if I minded. I thought he would be here for maybe a few weeks while he got back on his feet...No. His royal assness completely moved in, and three months later, married my mom again. (I was a witness to the wedding.) Now, they've been married about three months, and while Anthony started off nice, he's quickly turning back to his old ways. He leaves almost every Saturday to go drink, then come back home around 11:00 PM to cuss at us, he STILL doesn't have a job, which means that now mom is supporting me, Matt, and his fat ass. (he quit his job shortly after breaking up with his girlfriend) He ALSO apparently has super hearing and can hear when anyone in the room eats or drinks ANYTHING. I seem to get the worst of it. I could understand if I maybe chewed my food with my mouth open or slurped my drinks, but no. If I so much as take a bite of food, he gets ticked. So pretty much, the only way I can eat or drink is when he's either not here or asleep (I'm only allowed to eat in the living room). Otherwise, he swears at me and tells me to stop eating my food, or else he talks about me as if I weren't there and STILL cusses. Actual dialogue from this morning: Me: *nomming a poptart quietly* Him: *nomming potatoes* ... *sigh* We're gonna have to clean off the dining room table Matt, so I can eat in peace without hearing him chew his fucking food. Also, last night: Him: Get off the computer. Me: okay. Mom: can you do me a favor and put the laundry up? Me: *goes to do so* Him: Get off the fucking computer! Me: I'm logging off! Him: GET OFF THE FUCKING COMPUTER! -.- All I know is, I have a sword this time around if he hurts my Mom or my little bro. *endrant...for now* |
"People are able to hold onto hope, since death is that which cannot be seen."
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| Zoden | Mar 19 2009, 06:03 PM Post #2 |
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HAT OF HAPPINESS!!!
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I'd like to recommend not stabbing his ass unless it comes to defense. In all other respects, his sorry butt needs to go bye-bye. |
"Creation happens but once. Destruction and Rebirth are eternal."
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| L Lawliet | Mar 19 2009, 06:20 PM Post #3 |
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Apparently more annoying than Foxby. o.o
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Agreed with Zoden. That guy sounds like a grade-a douchebag... |
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| HAL-9000 | Mar 20 2009, 05:15 AM Post #4 |
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I'm afraid I can't do that.
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Your mom MUST be sick to her head. If somebody threatened to pull a gun out on me and threatened shoot us, I'd call the cops and ridded of him for the rest of my life. I know you were nine so it was impossible so I feel bad for you living with such a cock sucker. A usless doushebag who does not contribute to socity and eats up all the food. Your mom should tell him to get a fucking job, I work and provide in my family as well as my Mom and Dad. |
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