Hi. I'm pissed and tired. My dad can be a fucking PRICKASSHOLEDICKHEAD sometimes. Fucking lazy bastard. He's always ridiculing his whole family for shit, sayin we're lazy and bs like that. HELLO, which one of us weighs 430 pounds and can't even take his own damn socks off!? Which one of us has had his other family members do everything for him, from bringing his food from the kitchen 10 ft into the living room EVERY DAY since we were kids, to coming downstairs in the middle of the night to find the remote cuz he can't get off his fucking ass and do it himself??? JESUS CHRIST I WANT TO FUCKING STAB SOMEONE. 
Anyway, I've been working doubles all this week cuz someone was apparently sick, even though she's able to drive over to the restaraunt every night and get food. Gar. I'm in a really bad mood. My car search hasn't been going well at all, and once my mom starts going back to work I'm gonna be walking in the snow again. (I don't know if I mentioned it earlier, but she had a breast reduction so shes been home for about 3 1/2 weeks. No, I didn't take after her in the boob department.) I haven't been sleeping either. I've never slept well, but this is ridiculous. I've seen the sun come up everyday for the past week. I guess I should appreciate that, but it's hard to when you're waiting the whole damn night to fall asleep. AND I wanted to go dancing tonight, which would have been perfect for my mood, but I can't cuz the roads are all bad. MAN I am being shit on. And maybe its cuz I'm just in a bitchy mood, but I can't help but say that sometimes the girls sg pics for modeling don't look like they belong on the site. I mean, I know its not all about looks, and I love that this site has a heavy concentration on originality and intelligence, but it also has a lot to do w/ personal and unique style. I guess it just kinda ticks me off when the new girls are all too normal "pretty girl" looking. I guess I'm just being a bitch. I dunno...the 5'11, blonde hair blue eye thing is just too standard beauty queen for me. Man I'm an asshole! I'm probably just jealous. Or everything is setting me off. I'm going to stop typing before I say anything else mean.
Wait....this just made my day.
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
1:30 pm - Ooooooo, bath. Bummer.
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM AND DAD! MY FAVORITE!
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY
DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling
objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry
cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and
the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of
furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their
feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top
of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile
oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite
chair...must try this on their bed.
DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in
attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike
fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a
good little cat I was. Hmmm...not working according to plan.
DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good
reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included
a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent
such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck
between my teeth.
DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was
placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise
and smell the foul odor of what they call "pizza." More importantly, I
overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must
learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe
snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to
return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got
to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he
reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room
his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time...
Anyway, I've been working doubles all this week cuz someone was apparently sick, even though she's able to drive over to the restaraunt every night and get food. Gar. I'm in a really bad mood. My car search hasn't been going well at all, and once my mom starts going back to work I'm gonna be walking in the snow again. (I don't know if I mentioned it earlier, but she had a breast reduction so shes been home for about 3 1/2 weeks. No, I didn't take after her in the boob department.) I haven't been sleeping either. I've never slept well, but this is ridiculous. I've seen the sun come up everyday for the past week. I guess I should appreciate that, but it's hard to when you're waiting the whole damn night to fall asleep. AND I wanted to go dancing tonight, which would have been perfect for my mood, but I can't cuz the roads are all bad. MAN I am being shit on. And maybe its cuz I'm just in a bitchy mood, but I can't help but say that sometimes the girls sg pics for modeling don't look like they belong on the site. I mean, I know its not all about looks, and I love that this site has a heavy concentration on originality and intelligence, but it also has a lot to do w/ personal and unique style. I guess it just kinda ticks me off when the new girls are all too normal "pretty girl" looking. I guess I'm just being a bitch. I dunno...the 5'11, blonde hair blue eye thing is just too standard beauty queen for me. Man I'm an asshole! I'm probably just jealous. Or everything is setting me off. I'm going to stop typing before I say anything else mean.
Wait....this just made my day.
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
1:30 pm - Ooooooo, bath. Bummer.
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM AND DAD! MY FAVORITE!
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY
DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling
objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry
cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and
the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of
furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their
feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top
of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile
oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite
chair...must try this on their bed.
DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in
attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike
fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a
good little cat I was. Hmmm...not working according to plan.
DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good
reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included
a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent
such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck
between my teeth.
DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was
placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise
and smell the foul odor of what they call "pizza." More importantly, I
overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must
learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe
snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to
return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got
to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he
reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room
his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time...
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rae
Your "Excerpts from a cat's diary" was nice, I appreciate humor that's witty these days yet still lacks malice (getting harder to find actually). Your work admirably sits right in that zone, so it made me smile.
As for family problems... we all have them from time to time, in one manner or another. Yes, it can be difficult.