PA-RANTS

the word PARENTS, is made up of the PApa and the one who rants. yes, the mother. urgh, nagger.

so i guess having company at home truly doesnt make a difference at all. they come back and my mom starts yelling her brains out about the blood stains on the floor. which is quite a lot considering how bad the hit was. so the trail starts all the way from my room to the toilet. what a bloody mess it was. bloody toe. bloody mother. kept bloody complaining. i dont think i will ever wanna murder anyone. its way too troublesome to clean up. if i do, id poison, or throw off the building. hmm. or maybe id break the fella's neck. or stab his eyes with my fingers. nono, thatwould probably stain my shirt. my very expensive shirt, coz if i were to murder someone, i should be rich and famous. and that guy im trying to kill would probably be someone after my assets. ahem. well, assets meaning money. yes, that sounds more like it. haha. so there. i wouldnt kill. i would have blood on my hands, literally.

so you think the mother's bad, my dad's even worse. he comes home, irritated from my mom's nonstop supersonic speed nagging, very conveniently kicks the cat who very unfortunately was in his way. urgh. what warped parents. somebody get me out of herrrree.