Seriously not now.
So My mom got rid of our land line, which I'm liking a lot. My cell is the only way to contact me and it has a lovely thing called I can screen phone calls a lot easier since I know whose calling me. I only txt certain people, if I txt at all. It gets rather annoying when someone automatically thinks your mad at them when you don't txt them for a week. I mean hello I'm working my two jobs, have a boyfriend and pretty much cleaning or sleeping for the rest of my time. If I don't txt you I just A. don't feel like it, B. don't have time, or C. My phone is off or on silent. OR for some fun reason I just don't want to talk to you.... like my Ex-boyfriend.
Speaking of which why is it that after you break up with someone oh like almost a year ago they feel the need to be obnoxious and txt me about stuff that I really don't care about. Oh that is only after the first 3 months of which he went nuts constantly txting me, pretty much harassing me, trying to get MY I repeat MY friends to spy on me for you. The same friends that he always whined he didn't like and didn't really like him, to turn around and be like 'whaaaa she broke up with me, its not fairrrrr, you're my friend helllpppp meeee'. After I blocked you on facebook after you made yours pretty much a shrine to me and our failed relationship. Yeah so totally not cool, not to mention stupid.... they gave me pretty much all the evidence I needed to put in an order of protection on him.... which I almost had too. Dumbass. Well he finally calmed down enough for me to get the rest of my things back. Now I'm pretty much his go to when he needs to whine about something, like 'boo hoo, no girls my age like me. Whyyyyy?' oh well I don't know.... maybe its because you dress like a middle schooler going through puberty. Really you dress like you don't give a shit, walk about looking grungy in cargo pants, T-shirts that are too baggy, or a sleeveless shirt and look like you haven't bathed.
Which BTW sleeveless shirts for guys should be outlawed, that is the most disturbing thing I've had to see on guys other than the super skinny pants thing. News flash, supper skinny pants on guys make them look like a pre-teen tard with an identity crisis. I'd rather see an old guy in leather pants doing the butt dance.
Another thing I hate is rude people when I'm working. All I did was ask a question, don't be a snot 'No, I'm looking for ______' and walk away. They don't pay me enough to deal with your sour attitude, so STFU and don't come back. Also don't throw a hissy fit on the phone cuz an item you bought on clearance for 11$ which probably cost that amount to make is missing a piece. If you would have LET me FINISH what the f**k I was saying you would understand what the policy is about what to do about it...... asshat. Well fine you can just talk to the manager then, screw you.... like I said they do not pay me enough to deal with you BS. Here is a hint people don't blow up or be rude to someone who is only doing their job... I don't go to your work and start yelling at you that my pencil is broken.
My mothers 'sperm donor' is a total douche along with his other two brothers and their families. They can go crawl in a ditch and die for all I care, leave us the hell alone you idiot. You chose your second wife and her kids over your own before I was born. You popped back in and expected us to be all peachy and family-like.... too bad I can see right through you and your wife. You weren't there for me when I was growing up, I never needed you and I never will... not kiss off and sit in your swamp.
Okay I think that is it for my rant today.

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