So, I got home to my mothers house!

I opened presents. Guess what I got 15 dollars, a fucking toaster, a jacket * i like the jacket*

Some more clothes, socks, and a calender.

I then proceded to go to the store to buy alchohol, and finished it * two 40z on my way back to my mothers house*

And now, I am drunk.

I really hate my family, like nothing else.

My mom threatened to kick me out, earler.* the reason I gt two 40z* I asked her where I was supposed to go, and she told me I could sleep on the street.

Merry christmas.

If you are old enough to buy alcohol, I am assuming you are old enough to get a fucking job and move out.

Sound like one ungrateful piece of shit. Sorry, no sympathy here bitch.

Oh, wait. I have a job. I am in town to visit for christmas.

I get paid Very well.

[This message has been edited by QueenOfHearts (edited 12-25-2006).]

quote:Originally posted by QueenOfHearts:



My mom threatened to kick me out, earler.*



Sounds like it.......

One 'Merry Xmas' and one whingy emo 'My Xmas sucks' thread are enough for any forum.