families. they get me real pissed off, and make me wanna say: "FU...dge?" well, here tis: walk in the front door, not so much as a 'hey! how was your day?' but angry comments are thrown like butcher knives from Mike Myers. 'do your homework! don't talk back! gripe gripe gripe!' enough to make a person think all families are dysfunctional...it all ends with random explitives and the ceremonial slamming of the doors. sounds like complaint of a grumpy middle aged husband to a shrink, but, no. it is the bane of my lovely existence. trying to get out of this pit of despair, successfully i think. HP always shines a light in the blackness of a dismal afternoon, thursday at that. " 'scared, potter?' 'you wish.' " rumm bum bum, and rama-lama-ding dong. as of now, i am reading War and Peace, i mean, The Crucible and having a jolly good time eating smarties, and cranking up Switchfoot. -word to your mother
"Pardon me while I throw up. I guess some people never grow up..."