my retarded family-Oh F%*& Me

as i sit here with basic motor skills, wondering what the hell i am doing up at 9 in the morning especially wondering when my body is going to jerk me out of bed next to pee. i reminisce on this christmas past. GOD I HATE CHRISTMAS! AND BRIGHT CHEERY CHRISTIAN ASSHOLES TRYING TO MAKE ME REPENT. (come on doucebag, it's the holidays) anyways, i've pretty mch known for as long as i could remember, my late highschool-early adult life (I have a memory problem) I have never been able to deal with moy father or his multiple mental illnesses. trust me people, try going through your whole life of that and one year of Umass Boston and you'd be just as crazy. but seriouly, he's responsible for most of the mental crap i deal with day in day out. my chronic dirty mind and potty humour, my anger mannagement issues, my rage manngement issues (not one in the same!), my nicotine addiction from which i've relapsed regularly for the last year!, etc.
any who, these people are crazy, yeah...the indo-jamaicans that ake up my family are crazy
starting with the aunties, other than drugging me with rum-spiked watermelon slushies that are strangely addictive, they also have lost thier house due to reckless spending.
case in point christmas decor. hundreds of peices, purchased and stored in a basement to be dragged up every year and strung up on the rickety peice of shit ladder that rots alongside them. My aunties have the nerve to be angry at me when i shovel a foot-and-a-half of New England snow on top of them. (and i can thing only one place to put it!) this year, rather than a plastic cfc wreath, they put up a giant christmas bells that play music everytime you open the door.
which gets me to my first point, why don't these assholes get fucking tickets every time they put up these loud and downright offenssive displays of religion. as if they cant shove any more religion down our throats. goddamnit.
any ways, i went to bed at 5 am, after another night of paranoia induced porn watching (what, the internet is for porn, and paying bills:) ant lo and behold 8:30 am and i am up picking up a phone call. "put out the trash, and also check if the stove is on." in one sentence, he has me up by just playing on my paranoia. so i get up get dressed, and put the six trash bgs together. and head out, and as soon as i open the door i am hit with two off-time freakishly high pitched renditions of "deck the halls" simultaneously screeching in my ear. i strugle to turn the damn things off before waking up the rest of the neighbourhood. any who i get half the trash out into one of the two buckets. the other i leave on the porch before dragging it to the sidewalk. before walking back into the house to see my drunk uncle walking up to the street. i run back in and grab the two remaining bags and as soon as i return the barrels are gone and filled with his trash. fun!
god they are annoying!
now i sit here typing this and waiting for the next annoying call just as i doze off!
i'm not afraid to say it, oh fuck me!