I will have to take drastic measures towards celebrating holidays with my family. Yes, people, as hard as it may seem, they have managed to fuck up even Mother's Day, turning it into a festival of blood, sweat and tears. It all started one innocent, bright morning when, after getting props from my mom for my outlandish present (as always, when I give a gift, I GIVE a gift, bitch!), she asked me, no, she begged me, with a tormented look in her eyes, to accompany her, dad, and sibling to said brother's new appartment, where they were still supposed to carry a few things from his previous place and finish up the tiresome moving process. I said, feh, what the hell. It probably won't take that long, and maybe we'll be back early enough for me to escape and get to see my dearly beloved other half. He had ...Keep reading.

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One of my coworkers just quit.
Yeah. Last friday. She left, and left me all alone, woe is me.
She also left me a golden opportunity to seize her coveted position, that is, unless some bastard who's been slaving unhappily in some detestable position wants to make my life hell and apply for it as well, taking advantage of "seniority" and trampling my attempt to fill that vacancy. I tell you, if some fucked up shit like that ever happens, I'll fuckin'quit before they can say "ungrateful little asshole". Ooh no laddie, I haven't been busting my ass for over a year now to get bumped from a position that has MY name written on it.
But still, what scares me is that... That chick who left was sort of my mentor. She taught me the ropes. 90% of all the shit I know is thanks to her. The other ...Keep reading.

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Gimme a break, I hadn't had a chance to write a Christmas entry!

Christmas eve 2004 fuckin'rocked. I haven't felt this excited about Christmas and receiving gifts in YEARS. It's been decades since my parents have actually purchased me something that I actually liked and needed, and it was possible because, luckily, nobody in my family had a single fucking idea about what I wanted or liked at the moment, so they HAD to ask me.

My first choice, of course, was an iPod, but I definitely would not put them through the strain of coughing out $400 for their beloved son who, acording to them, is a fucking hermit. I knew I couldn't get away with that, and I was scared to ask for a digital cam, fearing they might buy me the cheapest piece o' crap they could get their hands on. I'm not being an ungrateful asshole, ...Keep reading.

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So my car's being painted.
In the meantime, I've been using dad's truck to get around. I have always hated that truck. It smells of cheap booze and cheesy cologne mixed with sweat. And he seems to like it that way. Not only that, but being seen in that wine-colored excuse for a vehicle is like showing up for class in your underwear. Pure, unadulterated shame. It has a registration sticker collection on each side of the windshield (my father doesn't believe in removing the old ones to make space for the new, apparently that would be a waste of good sticker...) and, to add insult to injury, the damn thing has a propeller in the back. A fucking propeller! Even at my work I'm the butt of every joke every time it rains a lot!

But that's not what's bothering me right now. Last weekend, my parents decided to ...Keep reading.

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It is nearly midnight. About an hour ago, I was summoned by my mother hurriedly, and she told me to get dressed ASAP. She said that our neighbor's elderly father passed out, and they needed an extra hand to get him into a van. They called 911, but it had taken too long to arrive.
Immediately I was like "fuck. Just what I need. Hysterical neighbors trying to shove a slobbering old coot in a van. I bet the fucker weighs about 500 pounds. Goddamnit."
When I arrived there, the neighbors were unusually quiet. They always are, you don't hear a peep from them. Unlike my family, who keep ignoring the fact that these houses tend to be excessively acoustic and yet they still find delight in screaming for every little fucking thing.

I went to the neighbors', and I saw the poor old guy being carried around by my ...Keep reading.

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