Friday, June 27, 2003
cooked dinner. feeling farking stressed coz i'm slow as hell and i need to make sure i get it done before my dad comes back to butt in with my cooking. and after the entire stressful 2 1/2hrs I, yours truly has to do the dishes coz they think i dun mind doing it. yeah fark you. FUCK U! open the mouth and talk so much of shit. y dun u try doing the same thing as me for a week. and you'll noe how i farking feel. it's as though i haf no life to call of my own. everything i do has to be planned around your dinner. and after all tt cooking i din even haf the appetite to eat anymore. all that slogging shite. n then i haf to clean your dishes and scrub the floor. next week y'all will all eat shit. heaps and heaps of cow manure. yeah i hope you like that.
Unknown at 11:15 pm