I hate these freaking "family" functions. They're so fake. At least my dad's girlfriend didn't bring her children. Thank goodness for small blessings.
These kinds of holidays, the ones on which my grandma throws a party, make me sad. They remind me of how different things with my dad are now. Until I was 14, he was my preferred parent, but then he got a girlfriend and just... changed. That's all he cares about now.
Now he's all pissy because I wouldn't let him take a picture of me with messed-up hair. My hair is extremely fucked-up today, and I DON'T want to be photographed like this. Just because HE doesn't have enough hair to become messed up... My hair does this stupid thing where it won't lay flat no matter what I do to it, and today it's 41982 times worse than usual. No anti-frizz shampoos/lotions/etc work, and it fucking pisses me off.
My friend got back with that stupid fuckbag, aka [That Guy]. I HATE HIM. I hate him soooo much. I already hated him, but now I super-ultra-mega-triple-hate him because he hurt her feelings, and, well, that's just not something you do... if you wanna live. You know what they say: "Hell hath no fury like a pissed off Super Duck." :D
I had to go hide eggs for Brat Sister. It was too hot outside and too full of wasps, so I hid about half of them indoors. I thought I'd have to hide maybe 15 or 20, but NO, I had to hide 80-motherfucking-3 eggs for ONE child. And then the little bitch slapped me because she could only find 70.
This post is in dire need of a little positiveness. French Class Girl was being hypocritical again. This time, she thinks it's weird because a few of her friends washed each other's hair... while she watched
and "enjoyed" it, if ya know what I mean. What the fuck? Did they all go into the shower together or something? Wait, no, don't tell me. I really, really, REALLY don't want to know how all that happened. XD