136th
Merry Christmas son, get the hell out of our house.
Since our family moved to boring plains of Kansas from the equally boring
corn fields of Iowa, it has been tradition to open X-mas gifts early.
This year it was only a single day early, which is unusual. Another
tradition has been kept with me continuing to increase my supply of Legos.
Every birthday and X-Mas I get more Legos and this year was no different.
Irked my mother since she only got me one set that I didn't have
already. Not my best X-Mas and not my worst. The best gift was the one I
purchased myself: the crack-like addiction brought by multiplayer Zelda.
X-Mas day was to be the day my double-cock-in-my-ass-whore (tm) of
sibling's turn to open presents. I wanted nothing to do with it, so I
wanted to escape. Satan knew of the situation and I convinced him to help
me escape. He made it to my place for the cum-drinking-gutter-slut(tm)
but she arrived before we departed. My parents wanted me to do a quick
chore so Satan went outside to warm his vehical up. When I got out the
door, he was not found in his little POS. He was busy tagging my sister's
car and being rather creative. So I put something on the front wind
shield and departing. Satan's X-Mas went well. The only thing he really
desired and didn't get (well other than David Ducovny to rape his virgin
ass) was a Playstation 2. I spent the night but didn't get much sleep.
I'm starting to have dreams again, which I'll wait to tell the world
about. Some of it seems weird, some of it 'normal' for what occurs in
dreams. Thursday was filled with the typical D&D game at the comic book
store. Nothing significant about it other than I have the time to
actually play the game.
The real role-playing started when I made it home of the evening.
Apparently, my parents have no been exposed to enough practical jokes in
the past so they don't know how to take them. They asked for me to move
out. Just like that. They were pissed. They were over reacting. And I
didn't care. And how it angered them even more for them to realize just
how much I truly *HATE* my sibling. For all the trouble it was worth
putting up with, I should have killed her. No harm was done to her
vehical, the only harm was to her ego, which really deserves to be
destroyed. Hell, my parential units thought that they were damaging my
ego. No, I had a nice ego boost when they compared me to Osma bin Laden.
See what I mean when I say I should have killed the bitch? On top of
that, Satan is no longer welcomed on their property, nor are his computers
dwelling in my room.
So when the first round of arguing was complete, I communicated the
situation to Satan, Elvensage was not availible. A month ago, me and
Satan went to one of his friends places. His friend was more of the
classical nerd and had a desire to study law. He also gave the two of us
the opertunity to move in with him as he needed somebody to help out with
the bills. At the time, it was tempting, now it seems like my only
immediate solution. I could start moving my stuff out of my room just
after New Years if the situation demands.
I hope they are over reacting. Too many things would have to change, most
notibly my schooling. Pity since I'm looking forward to next semester.
Income would have to change, I might have to steal one of my superior's
positions at the slave labor camp to pay for bills. So much is uncertain,
it is scaring me.
Since our family moved to boring plains of Kansas from the equally boring
corn fields of Iowa, it has been tradition to open X-mas gifts early.
This year it was only a single day early, which is unusual. Another
tradition has been kept with me continuing to increase my supply of Legos.
Every birthday and X-Mas I get more Legos and this year was no different.
Irked my mother since she only got me one set that I didn't have
already. Not my best X-Mas and not my worst. The best gift was the one I
purchased myself: the crack-like addiction brought by multiplayer Zelda.
X-Mas day was to be the day my double-cock-in-my-ass-whore (tm) of
sibling's turn to open presents. I wanted nothing to do with it, so I
wanted to escape. Satan knew of the situation and I convinced him to help
me escape. He made it to my place for the cum-drinking-gutter-slut(tm)
but she arrived before we departed. My parents wanted me to do a quick
chore so Satan went outside to warm his vehical up. When I got out the
door, he was not found in his little POS. He was busy tagging my sister's
car and being rather creative. So I put something on the front wind
shield and departing. Satan's X-Mas went well. The only thing he really
desired and didn't get (well other than David Ducovny to rape his virgin
ass) was a Playstation 2. I spent the night but didn't get much sleep.
I'm starting to have dreams again, which I'll wait to tell the world
about. Some of it seems weird, some of it 'normal' for what occurs in
dreams. Thursday was filled with the typical D&D game at the comic book
store. Nothing significant about it other than I have the time to
actually play the game.
The real role-playing started when I made it home of the evening.
Apparently, my parents have no been exposed to enough practical jokes in
the past so they don't know how to take them. They asked for me to move
out. Just like that. They were pissed. They were over reacting. And I
didn't care. And how it angered them even more for them to realize just
how much I truly *HATE* my sibling. For all the trouble it was worth
putting up with, I should have killed her. No harm was done to her
vehical, the only harm was to her ego, which really deserves to be
destroyed. Hell, my parential units thought that they were damaging my
ego. No, I had a nice ego boost when they compared me to Osma bin Laden.
See what I mean when I say I should have killed the bitch? On top of
that, Satan is no longer welcomed on their property, nor are his computers
dwelling in my room.
So when the first round of arguing was complete, I communicated the
situation to Satan, Elvensage was not availible. A month ago, me and
Satan went to one of his friends places. His friend was more of the
classical nerd and had a desire to study law. He also gave the two of us
the opertunity to move in with him as he needed somebody to help out with
the bills. At the time, it was tempting, now it seems like my only
immediate solution. I could start moving my stuff out of my room just
after New Years if the situation demands.
I hope they are over reacting. Too many things would have to change, most
notibly my schooling. Pity since I'm looking forward to next semester.
Income would have to change, I might have to steal one of my superior's
positions at the slave labor camp to pay for bills. So much is uncertain,
it is scaring me.