P90X Day 5 Complete
I’m loving it…!
I know who you were, and I know who you are… But I damn-sure don’t know who the fuck you’re becoming.
Spent most of yesterday (and all night) at Krysten’s getting some much needed chill time OUTSIDE of my own house
But today, I have returned to the world of learning Ruby on Rails… currently on hiatus from Pro Tools.
My cousin got a tumblr…
Y’all aren’t ready for this.
Without naming any names, I’m going to call out two people in my life who need a fucking wake up call. These two bitches are, by far, two of the biggest disa-fucking-ppointments in my circle of close friends. But first, allow me to explain why I’m doing this through a blog. I promise I will be brief…
Y’all clearly don’t know how to fucking listen, but hopefully you stupid cunts still know how to read.
I will start with the one who has been a disappointment for the longest by saying that you, ma’am are turning out to be nothing but a fuck up. I swear to fucking God; it’s like every since you came back from your year abroad, you’ve been deadset on screwing up everything you ever had… and you couldn’t even bother to finish school first. Now I’m about to graduate with my BA in Japanese while you’re most likely driving around high as a fucking kite on PCP conjuring up random aspirations like forensic psychology.
Bitch, since when do you have any motherfucking interest in forensics or psychology? Either way, you’re going to have to actually be coherent in order to attend classes… and preferably not smelling like you just climbed out the crotch of a marijuana hooker.
Yes, I get your texts and IMs. No, I don’t answer them.
Why? Because I’m really not sure I know who the fuck you are anymore. And if I hear one more fucking thing about you maybe, quite possibly thinking about breaking up with your “boyfriend” at some point in the nondescript future, I’m going to set you on fire.
Secondly, there’s the dumb slut who couldn’t even wait to turn 21 before getting knocked up. Now, this may sound so callous to anyone who doesn’t know some of the backstory; allow me to enlighten you a bit: she’s a ho, she has no qualms about being said ho, and if you spend more that five minutes talking to her, you can see that she’s truly psyched to be 6, 7, or 8 weeks into the death of her youth.
I’m not quite sure what annoys me more: the fact that you didn’t learn from the pregnancy scare last year, or that you act like any of us should be proud of you for letting him cum inside you without any form of contraception. Oh wait, maybe it’s the fact you seemed to have absolutely no problem turning my graduation dinner into your surprise everyone who I didn’t think was important enough to tell sooner that I fucked up and got pregnant like a dumb whore shindig.
You must be outside your motherfucking mind if you think I’d be looking forward to some bullshit like that. I would sooner cave-in your unborn fetus’s head with a blunt object than have you be the center of attention at my college graduation dinner.
My words are undoubtably harsh, and I hope they hurt your feelings. The fact of the matter is that I am more than disappointed in you; I am ashamed of you. If you continue down these paths of bad decisions and ignorance bred from denial, I will come to want nothing to do with either of you. And I know of others who feel the same way.
Get your shit together or get the fuck out.
Do not call me about this blog, as I have absolutely no desire to hear whatever you have to say.
Take what I have said and mull over it for a few hours. Days. Weeks.