you can bitch and moan, and write one thousand words

but in the end you still feel like shit, and you can't do shit about it.

Wow, I don't even know the last time I've blogged or wanted to blog.

So this is the deal.

We basically sneaked out while his mother was sleeping. Daniel managed to make this unbelievably loud noise (which she didn't wake up, ha she's a drunk anyways). Got out and to the station. Delay: Daniel's bag was too heavy, so that's another bag we had to carry. Finally got on the bus and it seemed like we were on the bus for days (actually a day and half). Finally got to Blytheville, Arkansas, and come to find out our ride ended up being four hours late. So we sat at the station for four extra hours. I've only ridden Greyhound twice and I wouldn't recommend it for anyone unless you're a cheap-o or you hate heights to the extent that it's physically stopping you from riding a plane. Got home, been here for three months I think? I have a new job, same client, who's getting on my LAST nerve as usual. My sister still remains the biggest piece of loser shit on this earth. Wait, she's such a piece of shit I think I'll use another paragraph so you can get the gist of it.

This stupid woman, my sister, Tiara.

Dumb dumb dumb.

Her bf (five years older than her, five kids, married twice, still married to the second one, divorce not finalized) beats her, she spends all of her money on him (the b*tch doesn't have a job, she gets welfare for her own three kids, and foodstamps, and all of that goes into his house.), furnished his house, and keeps food in it. His second wife, whom he's still married, calls and argues and messes with her, supposedly supposed to be coming into town on the 8th. He doesn't take care of his own kids, doesn't want anything to do with hers. And yet, she got his name tattooed on her neck...yes the neck. Romeo. I can't even look at the Shakespeare play without feeling some way about hearing that name. She's so stupid >_> Can you believe he told her she can't bring her oldest child to his house because he said she touches the walls?! ....

Anyway. I'm tired of being sick. I've had the flu already, and now I have a cold.

Can't get any worse.

In any case I can't wait until Christmas at least. Something to look forward to.