Keep loving, keep fighting

Filled.

This world is filled with dicks and assholes and people with shit for brains. It's even worse when you know that one of those people is directly related to you.

Pretty much everyday I'm in shock that my wonderful awesome genius perfect of a mom came from my grandma. Pretty much all my relatives agree that all my mom's smarts came from my grandfather, which whom I never met, but I don't doubt their comments.

My nanay and grandfather basically eloped together, but somewhere along the line my grandma become a broken record (in my theory) because that's how annoying I think she is, and my grandfather split up with her and had a family with another lady. lol.

even when I was 3, yeah I remember that shit, that's how annoying she was, I remember screaming at her saying "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP" because she wouldn't stop talking.ever.

This rant basically had two sources one of them is from earlier today when some fucktard of a lady driving a minivan with kids inside almost ran me over when the walk signal was on and the stop light was glaring red.

Can't you take a fucking hint when I'm already more than halfway crossing the street and all the other cars on the other lanes already stopped at the red light? fucking idiot. She ran the red light and almost hit me and a bunch of people behind me. One of the most annoying parts of this is that she had to stop for the next red light a couple of meters away. Some people need to clean the shit out of their brains.

The other source of my rant was when I came home and the house smelled like shit.
I thought it was Cammy, who took a #2 on the wee wee pad but when I replaced her pad and then that's when I went to the kitchen, the source of the fucking nasty wrenching smell that made my nose twitch, was my nanays cooking.

It smelled like she tore open a pig and grabbed the intestines and spread pig shit all over the walls. fuck can she not smell how fucking nasty that shit is?

that's why she always opens the fucking door because it smells so fucking bad. I know it's not like the Philippines where you can just cook shit and no one gives a fuck cause your feeding hungry people.

but damnit your fucking letting flies and bugs and shit into the apartment.

and it doesn't help when you spout nonsense bullshit like how my hair is too long and how I look dirty telling me to clean my hands when I already cleaned them and my hair isn't that fucking long.

and how when I tell you your cooking smells really bad and you tell me its just meat. that shit is fucking rotten. shut the fuck up already. fuck. I appreciate your kindness to clean and shit but damn.

but I think that's why I always eat out. I never trust what my nanay is cooking cause she traumatized me with horrible shit, (sure it wasn't traumatizing crazy psycho stuff) but it's the large amount of small annoying things she does every. single. fucking. day. throughout my entire life that I'd rather pay people to cook for me than to eat what my nanay is cooking.

P.S. STOP SCARYING MY PUPPY BY CLAPPING YOUR HANDS AND SHRILLING "SHIBAAA SHIBBBAAAA COME HERE SHIBBAAAA" her name is fucking Cammy, I've told you several times before, STOP CALLING HER SHIBA. If I knew you were going to call my puppy by it's breed instead of it's given name the situation would of gone like this.

Nanay: OH is that a DUG?!? Nyahnnana!blahblah!garbage,garbageblah!dogpoopnananablah!
Jon: Yes nanay it's a dog.
Nanay: OH what kind of dug is it?
Jon: Oh it's a cammy nanay
Nanay: cammy? *Starts shrilling CAMMY and clapping her hands loudly* COME HERENYAH NYAHBLAH!

Actually. Nevermind, I don't want Cammy to associate her name with fear and terror when she hears her name because my grandma traumatized her into thinking "Cammy" means to be yelled at and clapped at.

posted by BlissStreet @ 4:11 PM