I came across this obnormally “flat” banana the other day at work.
I HATE IT…
when you call me up and ask me where I am; when you ask me if I’m driving, even though you already know I am, just so you can bum off a ride; when you call me during work; when you leave me all these text messages because I didn’t answer your call during work; when you just assume that I’ll give you a ride just because you will give me gas money; when you give me $4 for gas money; when you insult me or make unnecessary comments; when you ALWAYS put in your input where it is not wanted; when you drop names to make yourself seem well know, when really it makes you look like a leech; when you contradict everything I say; when you say you have no money, yet you always brag about how much money you made from tips; when you get irritated that I take a long time to pick you up; when you expect me to cruise with you every damn day; when you use this as an excuse just because you don’t have your own car to drive your own ass around the fucking island; when I let you drive my car because by the end of the day I’m too tired to drive it myself; when you speed and burn all my gas because you think you look like a hard ass; when you get pissy that I don’t make you my first priority; when you ask me to pick you up and expect me to just get there when you want me; when you show no sign of gratitude for all this shit I do for you; when you ask me to go ask someone else for a ride so that you can use my car for your own pleasure for the night; when you give me that bitchy look when I tell you otherwise; when you give me a crappy thank you text when I actually lend you my car; when you don’t even offer to pay for things after all I’ve spent just for your entertainment; when you can’t tell your parents the truth; when you involve me in your lies; when you ask me to take my car out at 2 in the morning to pick up young bloods who are too young to even get a license; when you abuse my house for you and your friends own chill spot; when you and him display pda in my presence; that you can’t seem to go anywhere without HIM; that you are so dependent on him that you can’t even go to a family party without finding a way for him to come; that he claims not to have money, yet he spoils you with juicy jewelry; that I’ve been putting up with this shit for this long; that I can’t say this to your face because I’m hoping that you’ll realize this with what minimal brain you have and eventually offer me a genuine “thank you”, instead of your crappy references to songs sung by over paid, under qualified, artists who probably can never write decent lyrics because they’re high up their asses, even though their music has got the undereducated homo sapiens, the over cocky-bloated heads of males, and the deflated minds and dignity of woman absorbed by two word phrases that repeat itself nearly two times the length of the actual song itself, causing the right-at-mind to take at hand a scalpel and cut off the body part which allows the putrid air to be heard; but really, I should hate myself.
&ThatsWhatSheSaid.
(via mattay)SHIT I HAD THE PURRPLEEEE ONE :D
BACKKK IN THE DAYSSSS… ahh i had all the pokemon games cuhzzzz
I only had the fucking Game Boy Advanced, & SP. Haha. o_o
I only have THE PIKACHU LIMITED EDITION one :D
MIA
It’s been a while since my last tumble. Been pretty busy with the whole full-time student, part-time worker, full-time driver lifestyle. I’ve been in over my head with parking tickets, car registration, oil changes, and car insurance ($310). Every weekend I’ve had some kind of family dinner/party, ugh. I miss my friends. I miss summer. Sorry to those that I have squirreled on lately. I don’t know how to plan and I tend to overbook myself. I’m trying to save up money for my mac and my flight to San Fran, so please, if you want to cruise, I’d really appreciate it if we stray from using the green :) Well, not much more to say than that. Here are some pictures of what I’ve been up to recently, enjoy!
AUGUST 29
Last night, I met with Bayebette and her co-workers (Chayne & Jarid) at Pipeline to go see PEPPER! I didn’t have $30 for the ticket, but I know someone (Chayne) who knows someone who knows the big man at the door. Which meant FREE entrance baby!
It was packed like Marlboros Blue Menthols. It was sticky like gum under the table. It was hot like the hood of my car after it had been sitting under the smoldering sun at the peak of the day. It was totally worth all of that.
I was pushed by people I didn’t know. I pushed people I didn’t know. My camera fell on the ground. My camera ate shit because everyone stepped on its face. My hair was pulled accidently. My hair was pulled purposely. I have bruises on my arm because dumbbitch haoles were trying to mosh. Dumbbitch haoles have bruises on their arms because I got pissed because that they were trying to mosh around me. I started in the back and made it to the front. He yelled “FUCK!” They yelled “FUCK!” I yelled “FUCK!” We all yelled “FUCK!”
Kaleo Wassman :)
Work,
Just got home from a long 8 hour shift at my very loved (ha!) workplace, Starbucks. Irritating customers, with irritating drink orders, and irritating people who just come to ask for a cup of water and/or use our bathroom. My feet hurt. My clothes smell like coffee. My hair is gross. I want to take a shower, but the damn godzilla, angry eyebrows man is taking a damn crap in the crapper! Another reason I can add to my “Why I Hate My Step-dad” list, ugh. It’s late. Gonna wake up in 5 hours. Yay school :D Night.
UGH,
you said you were leaving last tuesday, but then you didn’t. You said you would leave the next day, but you didn’t. Then you said next week monday for sure. BUT you didn’t. You said yesterday was definately the day, but it wasn’t. You said you’re flight was this morning, but it wasn’t. Now you tell me that your flight is tonight, but I bet it isnt. Well, whenever you do leave, just know that I love you and that you owe me a lot of gas money!
