|Current mood:|| annoyed|
|Current music:||The Distillers-City of Angels|
Your face looks like a skank!
It's going down tonight in this town. Oh lordy, I sure do hate Springfield. I was guilt tripped into staying here for tonight. I think it's ridiculous because I already had plans for tomorrow, so I'm going to have to leave early anyways. I didn't even get here until after 6. My family members are so ignorant. Not much longer until Patrick gets home, and let me tell you, I am thrilled! I need to vent, which is why Steven, I, some pictures, and some explosive devices, have a date. My grandpa is such a fucking moron, I hope he dies. He was sitting there whacking me on the head with a bottle, saying something in whatever language it is that he speaks, then he got all pissy because I didn't laugh. "You don't think that was funny? I thought that was funny Why don't you like your grandpa? I remember when you liked your grandpa..." Well, it may have something to do with him speaking to me like I am fucking 4 years old and he always refers to himself as "grandpa" instead of "me." Perhaps it's the fact that he can't pronounce breakfast. Maybe it's the fact that he doesn't know how to spell my name. It could be because he never got past the 6th grade. Or maybe it's that he is such a fucking stupid, selfish, greedy, old man, who is never thankful for anything! BAH! I can't take it anymore!! I hate him so much! They want me to come back for the 4th of July. "Your grandpa never gets vacation. I really do wish you would come down and visit your grandpa." NO, I DON'T LIKE MY FUCKING GRANDPA!! *stomps away*