this weekend sucked, really, really bad. i had my "family birthday party" last night. that's the lowlight of the weekend, because if you knew of the intense annoyance that i have for half of my family, you would understand. here goes:

My grandma susie: not so bad, can get ornery sometimes but i feel bad for her, because she gets lonely.

Aunt Susie: quite possibly the one that annoys me the most. she is so critical of everyone in my family, its sick... not just people either, our houses, our friends. plus shes a horrible mother.. thats a bit harsh, but her kids beat up on one another, and the youngest one is a spoiled little bastard.

Aunt Annie: doesnt annoy me too bad, but she does have a really shrill voice. plus, i look almost exactly like her when i get mad. she has her bad times.

Uncle Mike: Married to Aunt Annie, a very ignorant polish man in a family of germans. hehehhe..

Uncle Dave: married to aunt susie, the biggest dork i've ever met. he is obsessed with star trek, star wars, and the hobbit trilogy. he fucking decorates his christmas tree with spaceships.

Mike and Theresa: i'm counting them as one person because they're pretty much insignificant, because they really don't bother me. mike is the child of mike and annie. theresa is the girlfriend.

Jimmy: really fat, and works for a beer company. that's all there is to say. child of mike and annie.

My Brother: we make fun of them together. lol

Matthew: In culinary school in pittsburg. i think hes gay.. child of mike and annie.

david: in 11th grade right now. really screwed up is what i hear from some of my friends.. hits on shelley, and matt has told me something that i won't reveal at this time.child of dave and susie.

me: the only normal one. lol

Paul: the overweight wannabe chef. hes in 8th grade, and also has a wierd obsession with star wars. child of dave and susie.

john: the little bastard. heres the story: he is spoiled by his parents and pretty much a "miracle" because he has a heart defect. therefore, he mother babies him, makes him wear footies to bed, even though he's ten and is going into middle school next year, and pretty much chews his food for him. so when he was on my computer for about 3 hours yesterday, used all of my good photo paper that I bought, and 10 of my blank cds that I bought, i was pretty pissed off. i told him to get off the computer, its paul's turn now. then he yelled at me in my own house. "you can't tell me to go now! i'm on pokemon! no one likes me! wahhhh!!" the little bitch got it then. i picked him up and took him in my room and told him what i thought. "listen now and listen good, you little fuck. you are the most spoiled little being here right now, so i'm going to tell you what i think. next time you use all my photo paper, 10 of my cds, and yell at me in my own fucking house, i'll drag you out the door by your shirt and throw you in the snow. and if you go cry to you precious mommy about this, your gameboy gets it." thats pretty much it.

Posted by YOUR NAME @ 7:03 p.m.

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