Friday, October 24, 2014

You know what grinds my gears?: Lazy Parents.

You know the type, the kind who sit by and let their kids scream kick and basically break a bunch of shit and treat people like crap. I hate kids. BECAUSE. OF. THESE. PEOPLE.

I just love it because they have a little brat running around and its obvious that they don't care what the little shit is doing, and quiet frankly don't care as long as they don't bother them. so you have them sitting there usually at a store, like the gap or a freakin' McDonalds and you just wanna pretty much bitch smack the kid.

Oh and god help it if you try to tell the kid "stop'' or something, their parent (usually the mom) comes running up, cussing and telling you something like "you cant talk to my child like that"
"who do you think you are"
and your sitting there like "I'm doing YOUR parenting job, you freakin idiot"  then you just wind up in a cuss out battle with an irrate women who's in denial about her little brat. i mean its like spnk the fuckin kid instead of telling them no, you dumb bitch. hope your fuckin kid bites someone with AIDS.

I'll tell you one thing i was spanked as a child and i now suffer a mental condition called "RESPECT FOR OTHERS"

The youth of tomorrow are being poisoned by the messages of today, 
"hate everyone for no reason and be stupid for every reason."


Monday, October 6, 2014

These Ignorant Fucks


So i get home last night and apparently because i'm the only person in the whole fucking house who flushes toilet paper down the toilet like it's supposed to be, the toilet got clogged. So now i'm not even allowed to use the fucking restroom in the apartment anymore, but that's not what has me pissed off, what has me pissed off is the fact that they've resorted to shitting in bags. not even joking, i got home and then the first thing i see is the oldest girl walking out of the bathroom with a bag in her hand and she went outside to throw it in the trash.

I'm so glad that i'm not going to be there after wednesday. 

Sunday, October 5, 2014


Okay so i was sleeping soundly and getting rest after a long day of working on my project for school. when in my dream i suddenly smelt honeysuckle. i hate honeysuckle because it's to sweet smelling, this woke me up to my roommate freaking out over a colony of ants that had been clusterfucking over a sandwhich she left in her dresser. she had the bright idea to kill the ants with a can of air freshner.
and they accuse me of stealing and hiding food.
i almost suffocated over that disgusting shit. then she has the nerve to walk over and spray me with it while i was "asleep" i just about jumped up and shoved the can down her throat.

what kind of a fucking loser uses air freshiner that bad to kill ants?

For it wasn't the scent of lavender that seduced me, but the scent of your soul rotting away that led me astray.

Friday, October 3, 2014

seriously for glancing at the fucking tv.....

I came home today, you know being the only girl in the apartment who has to go to school three days a week, i'd like to sit and relax when i get home. But you see the others pitched in together to by cable because they so totally were just DYING without it. Anyhow i got home and was sitting there chilling in the living room watching some Futurama, you know minding my own. When out of nowhere the oldest of the girls is suddenly saying i have to pay for a portion of the cable because i watched literally 5 minutes of tv.
and it's like alright, did i flip it to this channel? no. did i want to watch futurama? no, i wanted to watch Boondocks on netflix. Did i have any say in what they're watching? no, like i want to sit there and watch Keeping up with the Kardashians. So now i can't even sit in the fucking living room because they'll whine about how i'm watching tv. yes i'm glancing at the tv from time to time, but that's out of habit. You can't  say i'm using  the damn tv if i'm just watching YOUR shows. it's still YOUR tv, still YOUR cable and still YOUR control of the damn thing.
get over yourself you fucking control freaks.

reminder *blah* everyday *blah* pathetic lives

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

You know what grinds my gears: Pity Party People

Yeah so you know what i'm gonna bitch about,
People who think there lives are independently the worst thing to happen in all of existence. You know the kind their the kind that when you sit there and try to enjoy their company and tell them about how you just lost a loved one or had something stolen from you and they sit their and are like
"Oh yeah that's sad, reminds me of when my crackhead mom beat me over the head with a bat."
And your just sitting there like,
 "OK when in the fuck did i say anything that could have even remotely been in relation to your life?"
What makes it worse is when you have the person actually try to invoke feelings of pity from you. It's like who the hell do you think you are? A person who expects shit for their sad life is not a person deserving of my respect.
Like take my ex for example; He truley believed he had the worst life ever and used it as a way to get women to date him. He had a mom and dad that abused him, he quotes that his cousin who took him in said that his parents would beat him. here's the kicker he doesn't remember his parents, which of course leaves one to question why it is then he acts like he's still being beaten by them!

And i'm sitting there like; "okay and you live here because your adopted father was telling you, a 19yr.old layabout, that you had to go to school to get a job. Here at MY home, you believe you can do nothing and expect my mother to take care of everything for you. Hope you get buried alive you useless twat."

It's like he had nothing better to do! and it's fine if you don't talk about your life, i ain't askin ya for your life's story. you can keep to yourself because i could really give less of an amazing amount of fucks i have available for your life that you so graceciously want, YOU FUCKING DRAMA WHORES.

May everyday you live be a reminder of your sad, pathetic, and pointless life.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

School Life

All righty then where do i begin....
probably at the beginning of course
here i am trying to live my life; go to school, get a job, become a great graphic designer and live my life in as painless a way as possible. ONLY THING IS, i have terrible roommates. they beligerent drunks who have little, if any, idea on how the fuck this world works. They always piss and moan about how they never seem have enough money on hand, how they're always starving despite the fact they eat more food then i do and won't even let me eat food i have in the fucking pantry!
Yes i admit i don't buy groceries, there's a reason for that. i pitched $20 in for groceries ONCE, and they used it to buy alcohol and candy. imagine if you will the fact that they went out with literally $120 and came back with CRAP and BOOZE.  I don't drink alcohol, i stimulates the time i almost died of hypothermia so i avoid it like the plague, they did that and then expect me to pitch in money every time they do that.
i get it, they're mommies aren't here to give them the bitch slap in the face they all need, but one of them is 22 and obviously needs to understand that does not grant you the right to make stupid decisions. but due to the fact that they have jobs and i can't find one ( you figure with the scholarship i got it would be a one stop shop, but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i have to scrape the literal bottom of the barrel for a way to feed my self AND pay for the fucking rent) so i've been saving what little i have to pay for those things in order to keep the apartment. one of my roommates actually had the nerve to ask why i was so stingy with my money. "GEE I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE YOU COULD ASK POSER CHOLA AND THE HUMAN FLESHLIGHT WHY I DON'T WANTYOU GUYS WASTEING MY MONEY ON STUPID SHIT WE DON'T EVEN NEED."

Next topic:
they wipe their asses and throw the shitty toilet paper in the wastebasket that sits right next to the toilet in the restroom. I'M THE ONLY WHO FLUSHES IT DOWN. that is my biggest fucking pet peeve, i will destroy you and make sure you understand why. they don't want to take their own shit out so what do they do, they tell me to do it. i had to because it was that or commit social suicide and not take it out.

there is this girl who above i've aptly nicknamed the human fleshlight. omg i've never hated people more. Every time she's around it's like this big void of despair fueled with the souls of unborn children, is sitting right there in the room. i've dealt with retarded women like this, She stalked this guy who flat out told her he was just using her to fuck a retarded 'blonde in a brunette's body' college girl. note the fact he called her a 'GIRL' he does not view her as a mature woman in any way. she can't even talk to someone normally unless she drops a 'you're a dumb fucking bitch' 'shut the fuck up you dumb bitch',
She steals everyones things and none of them call her out on it. she acts like a humble person but in reality is a whoreish person that can't understand why none of the guys next to us wanna give her a dick to suck. i moving at the end of this month to a different apartment so i'm leaving with all the high quality bath stuff she believes is hers. so sad to bad they all have to deal with her while i'm off furthering my education.

May every day you live be a reminder of how sad and pathetic you are and always will be.