To Add Insult To Injury

I looked at my cell bill online today and because of the mutherfucker, I went over my allotted 400 text messages by 581, thus costing me $87.15 in overages. Yes, people, that is nearly 1,000 text messages in 8 days. Christ Almighty.

My parents are so WT, I swear. The kitchen remodeling isn’t done yet so the eating-area table and chairs are in the family room, along with the toaster, can opener and other assorted shit. I nearly crapped my pants the other morning when my brother sat down and started cooking frozen waffles. In addition, they just bought a big-ass treadmill, which is staying permanently in the family room. It’s so distracting. Here’s a picture. Mars Attacks and my brother are in the background.

I was checking StatCounter today, as was my wont, and who went to the former site of my dirrty blog at 4:30 a.m. the other day? The little punkin’ I haven’t seen in five months yet still want to beat with a stick. I know what you’re thinking, oh no he di’int but oh yes he did. Seriously, my animosity towards him may eclipse what I feel for the mutherfucker, who by the way, my mother is convinced will call me after his vacation next week. What the fuck ever. I always think they’ll call me … they never do and I never really want them to anyway.