dear rock- paper- scissors- diary,
who will end up getting it? around my house tonight- i'd give it to the rock. i am about ready to clock this mother fucker upside his head if he don't sit down and quit looking for shit like a CRACKHEAD. last night it was the USB cord for his blackberry- so he could 'clean it up,' and tonight it's the other remotes for the xbox 360. i've heard, "i paid fifty bucks for each for those and you don't give a fuck," so many times- if i hear it again- i'll prolly snap- because for one, i paid for the last two cordless ones he HAD to have and TWO- i didn't touch that shit- i could care less about any of it. i play scrabble on it- and haven't done that for over a fuckin year now- suck my dick. so... it makes me nervous for people to ransack through shit and curse. i mean i HATE that. hopefully he is about to give up- because if not- i am so about ready to start. it may end up an ugly ordeal- at 1:45AM.
who will end up getting it? around my house tonight- i'd give it to the rock. i am about ready to clock this mother fucker upside his head if he don't sit down and quit looking for shit like a CRACKHEAD. last night it was the USB cord for his blackberry- so he could 'clean it up,' and tonight it's the other remotes for the xbox 360. i've heard, "i paid fifty bucks for each for those and you don't give a fuck," so many times- if i hear it again- i'll prolly snap- because for one, i paid for the last two cordless ones he HAD to have and TWO- i didn't touch that shit- i could care less about any of it. i play scrabble on it- and haven't done that for over a fuckin year now- suck my dick. so... it makes me nervous for people to ransack through shit and curse. i mean i HATE that. hopefully he is about to give up- because if not- i am so about ready to start. it may end up an ugly ordeal- at 1:45AM.