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Get that thing away from me.
Jul. 21st, 2007 01:02 pmWhy can't I seem to escape sprogling little fucks!? Every fucking place I go, there they are.
I spent last night in a hotel, 'cause Grandma's little fucktard is over, and his incessant talking and screaming and screeching and yelling and inability to SHUT THE FUCK UP was driving me, literally, insane. Something about the pitch of his voice, and how fucking LOUD he is all the time, makes me want to punch things. And I couldn't take another day of it, so I spent a night in a shady fucking hotel in Pontiac, where strange guys came knocking on my door at 1am asking if I had a boyfriend and did I have any cigarettes, and I spent the whole night paranoid that my car was going to get demolished by hoodlums or stolen or something. The place smelled like paint and had stains on the carpet and the toilet didn't flush, and it was still better than listening to that little ass ramble on and on and on and on and on about FUCKING nothing at the top of his voice. Or just randomly screaming, for nothing!
His new thing is whenever I take something out to eat, all of a sudden he wants to eat it too.
...
Now I hated that shit when my sister did it when I was 10, you can bet your ass I still hate it.
So I wanted to get away. And for a little while I did.
But I apparently can't get away from shitlings in a decent place. Can't even have a decent fucking breakfast, without some redneck asshats being obnoxious.
You know what, you disgusting LOUD fucks? I'm glad your little shit spilled hot coffee on himself. THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T TAKE KIDS TO STARBUCKS!!
Not to mention the little fucks stole two packs of nuts and a bottled frappachino.
I just wanted a quiet fucking place to read.
Is there fucking NOWHERE for adults anymore? Starbucks used to be my sanctuary, because it had a classier clientele, who usually wanted to sit and read, or have adult conversations. But OH no. Not anymore. Now any ol' hick will go and let their little twatdroppings run and scream all over the place.
So tell me, where can an adult go and quietly be an adult?
Because I can't even get it in my own house.
I spent last night in a hotel, 'cause Grandma's little fucktard is over, and his incessant talking and screaming and screeching and yelling and inability to SHUT THE FUCK UP was driving me, literally, insane. Something about the pitch of his voice, and how fucking LOUD he is all the time, makes me want to punch things. And I couldn't take another day of it, so I spent a night in a shady fucking hotel in Pontiac, where strange guys came knocking on my door at 1am asking if I had a boyfriend and did I have any cigarettes, and I spent the whole night paranoid that my car was going to get demolished by hoodlums or stolen or something. The place smelled like paint and had stains on the carpet and the toilet didn't flush, and it was still better than listening to that little ass ramble on and on and on and on and on about FUCKING nothing at the top of his voice. Or just randomly screaming, for nothing!
His new thing is whenever I take something out to eat, all of a sudden he wants to eat it too.
...
Now I hated that shit when my sister did it when I was 10, you can bet your ass I still hate it.
So I wanted to get away. And for a little while I did.
But I apparently can't get away from shitlings in a decent place. Can't even have a decent fucking breakfast, without some redneck asshats being obnoxious.
You know what, you disgusting LOUD fucks? I'm glad your little shit spilled hot coffee on himself. THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T TAKE KIDS TO STARBUCKS!!
Not to mention the little fucks stole two packs of nuts and a bottled frappachino.
I just wanted a quiet fucking place to read.
Is there fucking NOWHERE for adults anymore? Starbucks used to be my sanctuary, because it had a classier clientele, who usually wanted to sit and read, or have adult conversations. But OH no. Not anymore. Now any ol' hick will go and let their little twatdroppings run and scream all over the place.
So tell me, where can an adult go and quietly be an adult?
Because I can't even get it in my own house.
