thishereboi -> RE: Family (12/26/2008 4:51:50 AM)
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ORIGINAL: LittleMissModern I expected the bitchy responses, and to those who felt the need to post them--- Fuck you. I'm 22 Then quit posting like your 12 . I don't have kids yet (completely by choice and good decision making), and if you had walked in my shoes all this time, you'd have the exact same feelings that I do about this stuff. I can be as "selfish" and "me me me" as I want. I'm not perfect. I don't ever expect to be. Good choice on the kids, probibly better to wait until you grow up a bit. _______________________________________________________________________________________ The day was spent with my brother making remarks regarding him having sex with his girlfriend... "i know where you can touch to get whatever you want" and other such things were said throughout the day... along with excessive amounts of making out, and other touchy-feely stuff that was completely unncecssary and inappropriate. OK so your brother is just as immature as you are.....get over it. It has nothing to do with being jealous of them, at all. I'm upset because she was invited after 3 months, and I've never been ALLOWED to bring anyone. I've asked, they've said no... no matter how long of a relationship it had been. maybe there is a good reason for that, but this is another one, you will just have to get over. Luckily the drunk lady didn't show up. It would have been even more of a mess. The ham was burnt, the salad was gone by the time it got to me, and there was virtually no turkey... but my Aunt (the host of the gathering... not my mother like most of you have stated) wasn't quite as big of a bitch as usual. Did you bring any food? Have you ever cooked dinner for that many people? Did you offer to help in anyway or was your contribution purely bitching? It infuriates me that my cousin gets the $200+ coach purse I had on my "list" and I get a hat (I can't remember the last time I wore a hat... maybe when I was 12). It was a sparkly hat, though, so I guess that counts for something. Well you need to sit down and write Santa a real long hate letter, maybe next year he will bring you something better. After all Christmas is about what you get, isn't it? Things haven't been anywhere close to fair in my life since I turned 13. If I wrote a post at length about my life for the past (nearly) 10 years, it would be better understood. The ONLY place it has EVER been about me since then is within myself, and someone has to give a shit about me... if I didn't, no one would. Who told you life was going to be fair?
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