I can't take it anymore!!!!
Today is my birthday, and I'm officially in the G-row now. For non-bingo-philes, that means I am 46. My brother and I each rent a bedroom from the mom of an old friend of his, Chris. Chris is the one who got smacked by a diesel hoofing it across I-30 when I was in my early 20s.
And you would think he might be somewhat understanding of someone who has had to navigate impaired brain function for a time - but no. He isn't. He's angry that he's a choad and that I won't fuck him, so he makes my life 100% miserable. Case in point, I inadvertently threw away an empty can of Red Bull in the kitchen trash (because Garland has recycling, but he doesn't actually have a recycling bin inside the house anywhere). All recycling must be taken outside to the bin provided by the City of Garland. Anywho, that is not the point. The point is - he thinks it is okay to open my bedroom door (without knocking, mind you), and throw my empty can on my bed.
When I say I've had it, I mean I've had it.
It is time for me to get some fucking revenge on this mother-fucker who makes my life miserable on a daily fucking basis and who terrifies his mother to the point that she will not be alone with him in the house. She always has a friend stay the night with her when she is here.
Are there any takers out there who sympathize with me who would like to scare the living daylights out of this guy?
11:00 a.m. - 2022-11-17
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