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I am in my room shacking right now. This is a last ditch effort to not go in the living room and choke slam that little wormy fuck. He does all kinds of shit the is annoying. I let it go. He crys about my lagging is WoW connection when I want to download a torrent of NLP videos. His stupid fucking dog shits and pisses everywhere. He does stupid fucking impressions of a professor we had. He never stops. They suck and he sucks for doing them. But I never said a word. Thats cool, I'll just move out when the lease is up. So I cook a meal last night, on the george foreman. I grilled a steak, and steamed broccoli and squash. I cleaned up all of the pots and pans, washed the dishes, and used my special brush to clean my george foreman. After all was done all there was there was a plate, half of my steak, and half of my veggies. I could only eat half because of my diet breakdown. So I left my plate of food out over night like I do much of the time. I hate the other half this morning. When I get home form work there is a note on the wall telling me to clean up after myself and that the sponge that I cleaned the kitchen stunk up the apartment. Now he had a fight with is girlfriend last night, and he was all tough and mighty yelling at his girlfriend, because she called him lazy. Well I got him a sweat job working with me making 10 dollars and hour while in college, but he couldn't handle it and quite because somebody at the shop hurt his feelings. He has not been working for over 8 months now. He has only played WoW all day this whole time. Now he got a job yesterday and he is acting like a cry baby because he has to come home tired like his girlfriend and I have been doing for the last 10 years.
The smart thing is to not say a word and just don't talk to him. He only weighs a 130 pounds, and lives off of pb&j sandwiches, so I just might have issues later throwing a 130 pound wuss through a wall. I wish he was closer to my size, then I could do it guilt free. I haven't fought in a long time. I will hurt that boy if I do this. Fuck! Fuck!
And I was having such a great day today. I had a great day, then liek the flip of a switch, I have to be pissed off for the next couple of hours. I think I should take some pills and try to knock myself out.
The smart thing is to not say a word and just don't talk to him. He only weighs a 130 pounds, and lives off of pb&j sandwiches, so I just might have issues later throwing a 130 pound wuss through a wall. I wish he was closer to my size, then I could do it guilt free. I haven't fought in a long time. I will hurt that boy if I do this. Fuck! Fuck!
And I was having such a great day today. I had a great day, then liek the flip of a switch, I have to be pissed off for the next couple of hours. I think I should take some pills and try to knock myself out.