Who the fuck do they think they are? I mean, seriously. I know the TV is facing my side of the room when not turned, but it's fucking turned toward his bed. Why, therefore, do Fatass and Bitchface feel it necessary to lean right up against the side of my bed to play video games or type on the laptop or do their general weirdness. If it wasn't for a love of all things that belong to me, I would take a big ol' dump and rub the shit on the side of the bed they lean against. Seriously, fuck them.
The good thing about Bitchface is that she's stopped talking to me. Apparently, she's still holding a grudge from mid to late-November when I told her that it was none of her business what I was doing on my laptop. Hey, usually I don't like being hated, but in this case, the feeling is mutual, bitch. The less you talk to me, the better I feel.
Speaking of Fatass and Bitchface, they do this creepy thing every night before she leaves. They hug. Every night. He's about 5 inches taller than her, so it's inevitable that she gets a face full of mantits. And now he's petting her head. Yeah, if they're not fucking, I'm the Pope. So now, Bitchface is sitting on Fatass's bed, snuggling up to his blanket and just in the fetal position. This is beyond fucked up. At least I can just sit there and be silent and only speak when spoken to. I was asked how my day was. I lied, because fuck it. I don't want to talk to them. I'm happy being in my own little silent shell, but Fatass is in for a surprise at the end of the school year. I might just take a big ol' shit on his bed right before I leave for home.
Thankfully, they've now left. They're taking a walk or some stupid thing that makes me think they're fucking. Anyway, after a shitty day, I'm ready to just unwind, but stupid shit sucks. I haven't killed them yet, though.
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