I Wasn't Born With Enough Middle Fingers
Yea biatch. Uhm..I'm bored now. I went to some thrift stores today with Jenny. I bought a black pleated skirt. It looks cool with fishnets and boots. I wish I had combat boots though. If someone out there would like to give me or buy me a pair of combat boots please email me @ marilyns_spookykid2001@yahoo.com Snazzy...
In other news, I'm waiting for my Benadryl to kick in so I'll be drowsy. But it hasn't yet.
I wish my stepbrother Jeff would grow up. He's gonna be 21 in 3 weeks. I think I may have posted about him before. It just really bothers me. He does whatever he wants and has so much more than I do. But he acts like I'm the "golden child" and I never get in trouble and I have everything. Everyone knows that's not true. Mmmm kay, I got a broken stereo and blown-out Chucks. And bras one cup size too small. I can keep on going but I won't. But I'm still gratful that I have a roof over my head and hot meals (amen sistah). He's not grateful for anything. I can't read his mind, but his actions show it. I talked to him the other day and thought, "hmm maybe things will be ok". Hot damn, am I naive. I don't do things to get yelled at, that's what I'm usually not yelled at. He does stuff and doesn't get yelled at. He gets treated better and he should know it. What does he think we're all living up here and smoking Cuban cigars while we have a maid named Lucy wipe our asses for us? Come on, open your fuckin' eyes. I want to be friends with him, I do. When I found out we were moving in together I thought it'd be cool to have an older brother. But it's not like that at all. He never even talks to me. Whatever, I'm outta dis bitch in another year. I'm started to get tired. Maybe I'll further this post at a later time. Much honkey luv to all.
*i am fueled by filth and fury*