Okay, I leave to go eat and cook finnish meatballs with my aunt, sister, and her bf. My bf is perfectly capable of going but he stays home to play with his friend. So I figure okay, they’ll play some video games and that’s that. No, they decided to go to a car meet (f*** you, I didn’t wanna go anyway) and meet ladies who add them on facebook…
I come home and clean, bring home some left overs, feed the babies you left in the dark. (doggies) And then you expect me to give you some of my meatballs I brought home? Uh no! You hoes can find your own balls because i’m eating the WHOLE BAG. (…It’s only like seven meatballs but still.. MY seven meatballs.)
Ehh i’m just slightly upset because really?? I like car meets. People were expecting you to be at my parents with me. You’re going out of town without even saying that you’re leaving. You’re coming home and your friend is talking about what chicks were wearing from the car meet. Comon now. Have some decency, have some integrity, have some brains for crying out loud. How rude.
And then you only tell me you’re out because you realized I made it home before you. – -” Sometimes I swear, I am going to slap you so hard!! I don’t believe he really does anything bad, he’s just not on a tight enough leash. Wandering eyes, absent thoughts that would turn into an ‘accident’. Ugh. I’m just getting tired of these little annoyances. Just pay attention to me!! Stop trying to be sneeky!! HOE.
AND i’m still NOT sharing my meatballs. = =” You are unworthy.
