Fight Club

im having a shitty day.
and what do i do when im having a shitty day?
blog about it of course.
why am i having a shitty day?
my family of course.

thats the only reason i EVER have a shitty day.


so lets start at the very beginning.
last night, i got wasted.
my step-dad was already wasted [like always] when i got back home around 4 a.m.
i went to bed and was TRYING to fall asleep when my parents started fighting. YES AT 4 IN THE GODDAMN MORNING. oh because time is never an issue WHEN YOU LIVE WITH ASSHOLES.

so,
im on the phone with my best friend who i had stupidly gotten into a fight with earlier through text because apparently he doesnt like me drinking or not eating or pretty much anything else i do. so i basically told him to go fuck himself, and then later that night he called back and we said sorry [even though i was way too drunk to know what i was apologizing for].
but then, because my stupid ass was so fucking plastered i went on to tell him how amazing i thought he was, then he told me how much he loved me, [he was straight atm] then i went on to say i loved him, he asked to fall asleep on the phone with me, but i got off to go call J instead. yeah i pretty much took that too far and i know its going to come up in conversation later.

so.

im on the phone with J, its about 5, and he wont shut up about how high he is. were giggling and laughing like school children, and talking about buying goldfish when i hear the first yells.

in my house, theres this rule.
when you hear them, you get your ass up and take someones back.

basically, whoever you hate least at the time.

your job is to stand around throwing insults at the offender, occasionally remove blunt objects from someones had, reassure the worried neighbors at the door that its fine, and make sure no one gets murdered.

so, im pretty damn tired and i tell J ill call him back later because the yelling is getting louder.

to elaborate on the first yell, its a certain kind. first everything is really quiet. completely silent. then you hear someones muffled but loud voice saying something like "fuck you" or "im tired, shut the FUCK UP you ass".
and then it gets quiet again.
really quiet.
then out of nowhere like a fucking WWIII explosion, they both start screaming bloody murder and yelling and you hear things being thrown and someone yelling for you to 'call he cops wait never mind im too drunk'

so anyways.

basically, they got into this gigantic fight and i got up to do my job after i heard my stepdad say 'im glad hes dead. im glad that stupid asshole is down the in the fucking ground. whos guna save you now huh? you guna call his ghost to come defend you?' in reference to my late daddy.

so,
the second i hear that i get up, walk out there, and punch him IN HIS FUCKING EYE.

then he starts screaming 'my eye is bleeding my eye is bleeding oh no blah blah blah' and falls to his knees. my mom grabs hold of me to hold me back so i wont hit him again.
i duck my mothers grasp and punch him square in the nose, then knee him in the balls. [dirty, right?]

i grab him by the hair and start throwing punches to his temple [hes still alive dont worry].

my mom starts screaming "youre drunk! youre drunk just let it go!" but i dont let it go. hes trying to get a hold of my hands so i wont hit him again, and hes on his knees flailing around. i start kicking him in the ribs, and finally my mom grabs me by my hair and throws me in my room and locks me in there all while apologizing saying i was guna kill him.

YEAH I WAS GUNA KILL HIM. AND ITS A FUCKING SHAME I DIDNT. I PERSONALLY THINK ITS PRETTY FUCKING SAD THAT ASSHOLE IS STILL BREATHING.





sorry about the violence.
not a post for kiddies.

so anyways, in short me my mom and my sister go to a hotel then come back home this morning to get some clothes. of course i have a bag that i keep pre-packed with shampoo, toothbrushes, a few changes of clothes, and all of my relatives numbers because hey YOU GOTTA BE PREPARED RIGHT?


so we come back home and were about to leave to go to the movies then a hotel and i grab a closed coke zero on my way out. just let me say that her truck IS FILTHY AS SHIT. YOU CANT EVEN SEE THE FUCKING FLOOR.


so anyways, she sees the coke zero and flips out screaming at me, cussing me out, then tells me to get out of her car because im not going anywhere with her.

i tell her shes just being a bitch because her lifes shitty so shes always trying to make my shitty too.






summed up, ive had a fucked up past 48 hours.



oh wait good news though, my weight went from 129.0 to 125.4

right now its switching between 125 and 127.