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2005 19 June :: 1.59pm
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: Crossfade - Colors
Fuck you and the beat up Ford Bronco II you rode in on.
When it's Father's Day, you invite family to whatever you're doing. It's a family thing. Well, it wasn't this year, so I made it one. Mike's ex-girlfriend's parents showed up uninvited because they wanted to talk to Mike. I myself found this incredibly rude and uncalled for. It's father's day, and I'm not putting up with it.
I was told to not say anything to them? Why? Because they're fucking back-mountain hicks that live off of welfare and whatever junk they can sell? Because they think they've got the lay of the land no matter where they go? If you're going to be pompous enough to invite yourself to something that to me, and the rest of my family, is family only - you'd better be somebody. Who are they? They're definitive nobodies.
I walk outside and there they are - some pig-faced bitch, pig-faced bitch's daughter, and pig-faced bitch's husband. I ask them why they're here, and I think they may have taken it jokingly. "We just need to talk to Mike." Too fuckin' bad. Do it on your own time. We didn't invite you. I don't remember what happened from there. I remember them all looking like they'd just gotten a notice in the mail that their welfare check is going to stop coming 'round, or like the Dukes of Hazzard just got cancelled again. They left, and all was good.
I hope they don't cancel the Dukes of Hazzard... again... I liked that show. Maybe I don't like "good 'ol country folk", maybe I don't like hicks, but I liked that show.
How them Duke boys gonna get outta this one?
Dunno, but they better get out of my yard.
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shinoakurei
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2005 19 June :: 12.42am
:: Mood: aggravated
:: Music: Damage Plan-- Fuck You
From Hence Forth...
...My journal will be restricted for the most part with some friends only entries in there from time to time. Why? Personal reasons. That all? No. What other reasons are there? Well your just going to have to ask wont you...via the phone or in person. If you really want to read my journal, comment and i'll add you to my friends list.
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jredmon
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2005 18 June :: 12.00am
Happy Father's Day.
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jredmon
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2005 18 June :: 11.38am
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: Foo Fighters - My Hero
All your smile are belong to Yahoo(!).
As I went to log into Yahoo Instant Messenger this morning, it was taking forever, I noticed. I click on the window, and you know that happy, bubbly yahoo smile bastard? It was just sitting there... pulsating... staring at me. That smile permanently affixed to it's yellow body. I could feel my soul being sucked out of me.
Do you Yahoo?
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jredmon
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2005 18 June :: 12.44am
:: Mood: Malicious. Aggravated. Discontent. Dissapointed.
:: Music: 3 Days Grace - Just Like You
A few minutes after I get home from Cory's I get a call from Mike saying that he needs me to come to Culpeper to pick him up since his truck broke down. Well, of course I will. Then he ends the conversation with "and hurry the fuck up" and just hangs up on me. Yeah, goodbye. I'm in Culpeper - I've just crossed over I-64. I get another call from him. He called his uncle to pick he and his truck up, since his uncle has a wrecker, and didn't remember to call me until they had already begun their way out of Culpeper. Fucking wonderful. I don't even get a sorry. I just get hung up on again.
I come home and the first thing I hear is "Where have you been?" I was supposed to be home at 11:00. I'm always supposed to be home at 11:00. I always am. I'm about an hour and fifteen minutes late. Time for my grandma to piss in my already soggy-with-urine cheerios.
Somewhere along the lines I must've subconciously done something to deserve what I get. I've always said that people get what they deserve, so I guess I'm getting mine.
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