Can’t enjoy watching DWTS because Mutha is full of crap/shit. She left the scene pissed off thirty minutes ago. Actually, she’s been feeling more physical pain from the decrease of steroids by 5mg. As a result, she has been projecting her frustrations on me for a VERY slong time because I would say bad words to/about Dad, who is winding down.
Besides, it’s really time for me to move on/out of the house and party. But by doing so, I’d hang out with the “wrong” crowd. Trust me. I’ve been there/done that.
And I’m probably going to be stuck/involved with these kinds of people for the rest of my life, partly because “they” resonate with my mean/nasty “reptilian” traits.
I don’t regret staying with my parents for ALL my life and maybe dying here as a single brat with no care in the world. Mutha challenged me that she’s not ready to be fed.
Of course, I answered her honestly and retorted to her that I’ll find someone else who will. It’s true. Most old timers do NOT like to live/trouble their own kids/kinds.
That’s why there’s always “outside” help to take over. And god knows that they would complain to the care-takers about their ungrateful children for dumping their asses in the nursing homes.
Karma, folks. It’s not satire or humor this time. It’s the truth. Live and work hard until you die or when you’re being tube-fed. And that will be the time to “count your blessings”.
Hopefully y’all won’t be abused/killed by the ones who love/care for your asses. Once again and per my old blogs, move out of the house with your friends/cousins/whoever ASAP and don’t look back!
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