farewell faint dreams of truck ownership

hello practicality

..fucking jury duty

and k, so my dog seriously licks the grossest shit

I hate that my family is absulutely incapable of discussing any serious issues.

If something even marginally serious is brought up with the hopes of discussing the options and outcome rationally, there’s an instant burst of “What The FUCK!” bullshit.

That or they just ignore the entire fucking issue. Expecting everyone to know the bullshit rules and expectations in place without ever verbally acknowledging their existance.

The pressure is insanely inflated for absolutely bullshit reasons, and the remedies are often so clearly visible its like a fucking atomic bomb in your front yard. But finding that remedy requires fucking actually talking it through and opening the front door. But they’ll never fucking consider doing that, because in order to remove their everyday reality from the unpleasantries of their interpersonal conflicts, they put all their problems on the porch and pretent they’re not there.

Talking is like a fucking erasor, but they’re so dependent on their bullshit “No acknowledgement” system that they’d rather leave the bullshit markings on the blackboard.

Such fucking bullshit.

/rant

officially typing in dvorak

current status: 5-12 wpm

also, ive fallen victim to the annoying addictiveness of sunflower seeds

Ibanez GAX75: $250
Canon PowerShot S230 Digital ELPH: $400
Playstation 2 (Slim Design, 2004): $150
DualShock 2 (Controller): $30
Cash: $446
iPod: $300

Catching the idiot burglar, then selling him even further down the river with your knowledge of his drug dealing: Priceless

yay on housesitting

EDIT:

and NAY on fucking shitty next door garage bands

and not knowing where the advil is