Fri July 15/83
Work sucks! Every day I drag my sweet ass there only makin' some other pig rich. Don't get paid 'nough to be that phony, puttin' up with all that shit. Hate my boss Alan, a fucken miserable cheapskate & surprised he hasn't charged the bugs rent in that hole. Screamin' & bitchin' over every little thing that's not makin' him money. Givin' me grief, all the little fuck ups from letters, invoicin' all the way down to his messages. Swear one of these days, gonna jam my Bic pen right in his forehead! His wife keeps callin' every 5 minutes over petty things ...like don't she have a shoppin' spree to go to spendin' his money already? ..after all, we're payin' for 'em, ass hair!... Only reason I'm still there is for the pay cheque which is close to nothin'. So broke, can't afford to live, die or barely exist, fuck me!
Home is where 'nother plague to lives called ma who busted in through the side door in her usual, ragin' gorilla mood, roarin' over her lousy job at the factory, askin, why isn't dinner ready & the table set? ...gee, dunno ma, maybe cause work gets in the way? stupid heifer!.. The sermon continued throughout our usual 7-24-365 pasta dinner, shocked Primo Pasta hasn't sent any Xmas cards by now. Pops drunk again, almost fallin' shit faced first into his plate. Luckily, he hit the couch before the floor. Ma towered over screechin' like a wild pig for it, 10 minutes passed before she realized he was out cold ...man, gotta try that myself.. Her bitchfest went on while washin' stupid dishes, mentionin' water spots on the cheap glasses? Pointed out the FACT, those spots have been there since she bought 'em....20 fucken years ago? Only led to our usual 2 hour daily shoutin' match as I stood remindin' myself, she's not worth 25 to life with no chance of parole.
Called Sue outta desperation, borin' me to fumes with more of her fables 'bout her & invisible Joe how, he's hintin' marriage but she wants to wait ...you should wait 'til ya least meet a real guy named Joe who's stupid 'nough to marry you, oh spare me... He bought her an engagement ring, claimin' to be a karat? She must mean carrots? She's so fulla shit, why do I even bother? Heard her fat mama bellowin' in the background to get the hell off the phone already. She lied, Joe's in the driveway honkin', they plan goin' for coffee to discuss their future plans ...yah, whatever?.. Next wasted conversation? Dana, goin' on 'bout everythin' & nuthin'. Suspects Daphanie's been hangin' out at the unit watchin' Slave jam starin' straight at John's dick the entire time ..how's that possible Dana when it's always in your mouth?.. Ramblin' he gives her little to no attention lately, always tired, then leavin' her place early sneakin' off to strip joints with the guys, whinin', what do they have that she don't? ...hmmm? lets see? free snatch? you're so possessive it's sickenin'. Really need to get some new friends.
Showered, looks like an appointment is needed to get my puss trimmed, startin' to look like a forest. Watched nothin' on TV, even the commercials suck! Ma in her glory gossipin' on the phone, only thing that makes her horny, oh & yelling at me of course. Once she hung up, barreled into the livin' room rantin', if I didn't waste time watchin' trash on TV, coulda cleaned the dam house instead ..at 11pm? what for? you'll only be roarin' at me in less than 7 hours to do it? oh go ride a hairbrush, you're insane!... Lay in bed glarin' at the alarm clock which read 2am, thanks to ma-zilla! Can see why I'm so freakin' tired durin' the dam day, constantly arguin' with that neanderthal, day in - day out, man, she's so fucken exhaustin'. Way too pretty to be livin' this life, really need to escape this Alcatraz.
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