| Current mood: |  cynical |
| Current music: | Broken-Seether (The good one without Amy Lee) |
Wowzers. It's a rediculous early/late time, depending on if you've been to sleep yet. I'm awake. Not wide awake, but awake enough to update you fuckers on my life.
A lot of shit going on with Uncle John (not that any of you care, but I do, so sit back and listen you fuck heads). He's back at home with 24 hour care and there's no hope of him ever getting better. He's ready to die. How depressing is that? That someone is so willing and ready to just die. It isn't like he's killing himself or anything, but still, ya know? It's depressing. That's not even the half of it. He's being taken care of by 'care-givers' that are doing nine hour shifts and it just so happens this little bitch that is one of the care givers HATES my mother. My mom went over there a couple of nights ago and apparently she was 'rough' with Uncle John. Right. This man has been my mom's best friend for the past 5 years. AND apparently she stole some furniture polish from his house when the dirty cunt sent it home with my dad. When my mom and dad talked to the lady's supervisor, the lady said it was a racial thing because my mom had reffered to her own 'funny colored skin'. Jesus. Some people are just so eager to turn everything into a racial slur. Most of the few of you queers who still read this don't know what my mom looks like, but let us just say she isn't exactly the pale-est person I've ever seen. She's an indian and everyone else around her isn't so that's why she has the funny colored skin. It's gotten to the point with the care giver, that my mom can't go over there and be with my uncle john unless she has someone with her. She promised him she'd hold his hand when he... you know... 'passed'. She can't now. Because of that dirty fucking whore. My GOD! What the fuck has this fucking world come to? People are so uptight about skin color that everything anyone says is automaticly assumed to be offencive. I understand that we as human beings have the right to be comfortable where they work, but wrongfully accusing a family member of one of the patients of being a racist? THAT is somewhat rediculous. Even by today's standards. I'm so ashamed of society these days.
Other than that how am I? Well, lets just say life hasn't been a fucking picnic recently. Ariel hates me. Oh well. Zac hates me. Who the fuck cares? Seems like everyone these days hates me... hmmm... Maybe I'm not one of those lovable types. *shrugs* Eh, what's a girl to do? Nothing. There isn't anything I can do. Just sit back and laugh at all those heartless, stupid, ignorant bastards who don't realize what they're missing. Romanticly or otherwise. Don't you people get it? The more you hate me, the less I care. *scoffs* I don't need people like them. Really, I don't. I have too much shit going on besides them to care. The funny thing? On one side, she'll sit and stare at me. On the other, he can't even look me in the eyes. Do you guys find that as amusing as I do? They're both immature, childish, ignorant, cold-hearted bastards (literally in one of their cases).
Okay.. So I'm a wee bit full of anger. I haven't exactly had the best week. I lost my voice literally, and it's been a shitty week at work and school. I think I'm going to put my two weeks in and let Kami have my job. She needs it more than I do. At the same time, do I have the right to feel somewhat possesive? I mean, I did have the job first. And I did get her that job.
*shakes head* I'm so fucking pissed off at the world.
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