Everyone Is Crazy
It’s all coming out now. Everyone’s inner emotions bleeding through the woodwork, staining the seemingly solid exterior. My grandfather is living in a tent on a lake (homeless, okay… homeless with hot temperature… another story); my aunt has excommunicated my mother for compassion (yes you read that right); my uncle is too busy playing victim to notice his gifted inheritance (and trying to fuck up everyone else’s perceived character in the process); and the children are either autistic or fucked (you can’t just mind fuck children by the way, they stay that way and don’t ever really recover…). The only sane people are dead or being torn into pieces, or on the sidelines incapable of helping. Or, lesbian.
So, without hyperbole:
Someone, PLEASE check everyone besides ME into a mental institution.
Now is the time to flip the light switch to prove your existence, God!
(Just kidding on that last bit, I’m pretty satisfied with atheism)
…I have an interview with Geek Squad in a few days. It may be easier than waitressing during school, only because I won’t have Mexicans hitting on me all of the time. Or so I think. We will see how that goes. My mother says it’s a great position of intelligence, a way to meet a good guy. My thoughts – if they are dumb enough to go to geek squad for their problems that is so not the person for me. Lmfao, mother, lmfao.
Without further mindless babbling, The House Wins by OK GO!
