hi.
today i came too school really happy and was haveing the funnest time with all my friends and then form came. every form for me is pree crap but today was murderous. i wanted too murder this person who used too be my friend but you know like most of them (excluding: strawberry jam,pickles & curried chicken of course :) ) shes too cool for me now. BUT ANYWAY TOO THE POINT! the 'ex-slut' (as she was proudly calling herself in biology (aka-too her- bioshowofftimelogy)) stole my hair colour! FUCKING STUPID BLUE WAFFLES CONTAMINATING LITTLE RAT! im soooo angry!
this colour was mine. no body else had it and then some 'ex-slut' comes along and ruins everything. and too make everything even worse i have horrible regrowth and i need to re-dye my hair, and when i do she is going too claim that i 'copied' her, because thats what she does about f-ing everything! i swear too frigen god if she goes off at me for it im gonna f-ing scream in her ugly little face.
one possitive for this topic would be my mothers words when i got into the car and told her about the 'ex-slut''s new hair colour(it was quite hilarious as my rents are fighting a the moment and she was already pissed off.). she stopped the car with a large screech and then glared at me ( and then had too continue moving because a bus nearlly hit us up the arse), and then she said: "why can't that little bitch do anything herself? why cant she buy anything herself? does everything she does have to be stolen? what the hell." aqnd then after calming down and me trying not to crash the car she continues in her motherly soft voice: "dont worry about it honey, no matter what she tries to stela of you and your friends she'll never look the same as you and them, because no matter how much make up shes wears or no matter how many colours she dyes her hair, or no matter how much she tries too be dressed the same, she never can. because she looks like a rat anyway". I was shocked! my mother just called someone a rat! a rat! my mother has never refered to anyone or anything(minus an actual rat) as that before, well that i've heard anyway.
then we pulled up into the drive way and their was no car of my step fathers. we went in side and their was no step father either. but however their was a note saying: "i've gone away for a break. i dont know when i will be back. theirs chicken out on the sink defrosting for dinner for you. bye, dj."
it was quite funny actually because my step father never communicates with us when their fighting. and he wrote this my mum read it aloud,m and then scrunched it up saying, "get fucked". and then walked to the sink got the chicken, walked outside and put it in the bin. and me and army freak just lughed and went to get changed.
(and yes, my bins outside because my mother is a health freak :/ )
love,
tazz-bomb
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Tazz Bomb,
ReplyDeleteWell done on the blogging but
GRAMMAR AND SPELLING!!!
There's a spellcheck button when you make a new post.
Love Brough
PS. Who is Pickles and Curried Chicken?
i did press the spell check button :/
ReplyDeleteand this is my blog soo meh, i can spell how i like too spell :/
P.S.pickles is you. and curried chicken is simone.
oooh :)
ReplyDeletewhy am I Pickles?
I like the name Pickles. I finally have a nickname. ANd dont worry about the text i just sent you
lol :L
ReplyDeletei did :L
because you like pickles but idk, im gonna call you it from now on k (:
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