Gah, I ate so much today I feel like a stuffed pig. Usually, this is one of those days where I stick my fingers down my throat since I've eaten so much but it actually slipped my mind and now I'm pissed at myself. But god, I hadn't eaten since like, 8 last night and then at six, my dad came home with pizza and pop and other fattening stuff and that's why I'm complaining about my bloat and shit..
Alright, in other news, I've been binge-watching a lot on netflix and really want to live in my favorite shows. It could happen, you know. I could leave whenever I want.. That would be pretty convenient if I must say. My dad's always getting drunk lately and earlier today, he was popping open his second bottle of wine. I took it from him and he was just laughing like a drunk person does. I kept trying to take it away from him which obviously wasn't going to happen, so I took his glass and hid it and also managed to grab his cork screw. He kept laughing and then tried to grab it and I told him I was tired of him being drunk every time he comes home, and then he grabbed my wrist and twisted it. Just to have his corkscrew back. Then I was walking out of the room while he yelled,"Oh that didn't hurt, quit being a baby!" like a fucking high schooler. I'm tired of him! My wrist still hurts a little, but not as bad seeing as I'm filling you guys in. But, there you have it. My fucked up day. Hope yours was better.
xoxo
Alright, in other news, I've been binge-watching a lot on netflix and really want to live in my favorite shows. It could happen, you know. I could leave whenever I want.. That would be pretty convenient if I must say. My dad's always getting drunk lately and earlier today, he was popping open his second bottle of wine. I took it from him and he was just laughing like a drunk person does. I kept trying to take it away from him which obviously wasn't going to happen, so I took his glass and hid it and also managed to grab his cork screw. He kept laughing and then tried to grab it and I told him I was tired of him being drunk every time he comes home, and then he grabbed my wrist and twisted it. Just to have his corkscrew back. Then I was walking out of the room while he yelled,"Oh that didn't hurt, quit being a baby!" like a fucking high schooler. I'm tired of him! My wrist still hurts a little, but not as bad seeing as I'm filling you guys in. But, there you have it. My fucked up day. Hope yours was better.
xoxo