Woke up this am, Stoney has a queen sized mattress taking up the living room. In an attempt to get out the front door, I-quietly-say "I'm turning the light on," then leave. He texts me telling me to buy mayo, mustard, and ketchup. I responded I will not as I use neither. He responds.....bottom line: again, he'd rather spend all his $ on weed.
He gives me shit about "slamming" the front door-HOW many times (as I slept on the couch, or tried to) did he, his girl, and assorted slackers, traipse through the living room, turn the light on, and repeatedly slam the front door??????????????????????????
He gives me shit aboyt turning the light on. Now, WHY did I havta turn the light on? Better I trip onto the huge bed taking up nearly every inch?
Amazing, really, the boy needs help.
And best of all, HE'S JUST LIKE HIS MOTHER. He doesn't even see it.
Even the mattress on the living room floor. Remember the air mattresses?????????????
Contributes ZERO. Not even moral support. Doesn't clean a fucking thing. The other day his girl was there, climbing all over the couch. He now has Guitar Hero for PS4. How much was THAT?
But I'm called on to buy condiments?????????????
Can't WAIT 'til the fridge breaks.
Fuck 'em. I didn't think I'd get my run in (rain), but got up extra early, got my miles.
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Saturday, October 24, 2015
It's in the genes
Exterminator came to rid the bedroom of bedbugs. Left some traps for Stoney's room. When I urged him to clean his room, he didn't. When I asked about the traps...well..let's just say they're still in the box.
Last night, come home, he tells me we need to call in the exterminator. Bed bugs in HIS bedroom.
Now, remember, he blamed my staying in hotels for the bedbugs.
WHY did I HAVE TO stay in hotels? BITCH made Toxichouse so vile I was forced to.
WHO slept in MY bed when I wasn't there? Stoney and his girlfriend.
WHO bought TONS of shit @ the thrift store, yet DIDN'T clean anything???
Where YOU think the bedbugs came from???
Exterminator was on the phone with me yesterday, remarking about the condition of Stoney's room.
A pig, just like Mommy.
The sad part: I repeatedly asked him to clean up.
His response: "stay outta my room." This, from the same person who raids my garage, when a simple request would yield whatever he seeks.
Just like Mommy.
Remember the garage door fiasco? "I'm gonna RIP that lock off the door." My response "whenever you want to get into the garage, I'll happily unlock it." What does the TWAT do? Has Stoney destroy the garage door. Bitch.
Hope he breaks Its cycle and sees the light.
Wjhat did It leave him? A flawed mental process. And a whole lotta nothing.
Last night, come home, he tells me we need to call in the exterminator. Bed bugs in HIS bedroom.
Now, remember, he blamed my staying in hotels for the bedbugs.
WHY did I HAVE TO stay in hotels? BITCH made Toxichouse so vile I was forced to.
WHO slept in MY bed when I wasn't there? Stoney and his girlfriend.
WHO bought TONS of shit @ the thrift store, yet DIDN'T clean anything???
Where YOU think the bedbugs came from???
Exterminator was on the phone with me yesterday, remarking about the condition of Stoney's room.
A pig, just like Mommy.
The sad part: I repeatedly asked him to clean up.
His response: "stay outta my room." This, from the same person who raids my garage, when a simple request would yield whatever he seeks.
Just like Mommy.
Remember the garage door fiasco? "I'm gonna RIP that lock off the door." My response "whenever you want to get into the garage, I'll happily unlock it." What does the TWAT do? Has Stoney destroy the garage door. Bitch.
Hope he breaks Its cycle and sees the light.
Wjhat did It leave him? A flawed mental process. And a whole lotta nothing.
Monday, October 19, 2015
Well Trained
Bitch trained Stoney well.
Yesterday, Its groupies arrive in the house, bearing bags of groceries. The day before, Stoney told me to buy butter. Let that sink in.
He works, has zero responsibilities, smokes daily, and has others buy his groceries.
Well trained n'est pas?
And he has the balls to ask anything of me? WHAT exactly does he contribute to the house? Oh yes, he trashes my belongings.
Just like his mother.
Yesterday, Its groupies arrive in the house, bearing bags of groceries. The day before, Stoney told me to buy butter. Let that sink in.
He works, has zero responsibilities, smokes daily, and has others buy his groceries.
Well trained n'est pas?
And he has the balls to ask anything of me? WHAT exactly does he contribute to the house? Oh yes, he trashes my belongings.
Just like his mother.
Friday, October 9, 2015
It's my job
PsychoBitch enables a daily weed smoking child. Psychobitch kills Itself, leaving the responsible one to mop up. Household matters must be managed. Pipe leaks. Plumber called. Stoney asks "can it NOT be between 9-11am, I'll be sleeping." Let that sink in. HE gets PISSED that he MIGHT have his sleep interrupted DURING THE DAY. You know, when the rest of earth is working?????????
Stay up all night, sleep all day.
I'm living with a rockstar.
Texts me raging that "you don't give me money.....mommy killed herself..." meanwhile, WHOTHEFUCK pays for EVERYTHING?????????? Does he have ANY responsibilities? Does he contribute AT ALL? No.
Who paid for the plumber??? Pulling $600 outta my ass.
Who paid for the exterminator???? Pulling over $700 outta my ass?
A "thank you?" Nothing.
A "happy birthday?" A Card? Nothing.
Rather, blames my staying in a hotel for the bedbugs.
1)WHY was I forced to stay in a hotel???????????????
2)Bedbugs came from the MOUNTAIN of SHIT MOMMY bought at the thrift store. the SHIT which was in piles ALL OVER the place.
My job: to provide a home.
I do my job, I do it with a smile. Bitch did EVERYTHING with rage.
Stay up all night, sleep all day.
I'm living with a rockstar.
Texts me raging that "you don't give me money.....mommy killed herself..." meanwhile, WHOTHEFUCK pays for EVERYTHING?????????? Does he have ANY responsibilities? Does he contribute AT ALL? No.
Who paid for the plumber??? Pulling $600 outta my ass.
Who paid for the exterminator???? Pulling over $700 outta my ass?
A "thank you?" Nothing.
A "happy birthday?" A Card? Nothing.
Rather, blames my staying in a hotel for the bedbugs.
1)WHY was I forced to stay in a hotel???????????????
2)Bedbugs came from the MOUNTAIN of SHIT MOMMY bought at the thrift store. the SHIT which was in piles ALL OVER the place.
My job: to provide a home.
I do my job, I do it with a smile. Bitch did EVERYTHING with rage.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Selfish asshole
Yes, Stoney is.
The other day, opened my mail, shoved it in his desk.
Trashed my shit when he went through my stuff, found the mail he'd opened atop it.
Think he takes after his mother??????????????????????
Yesterday, my birthday. A card? A kind word? Nothing. I asked his help in locating a missing running shoe (like I said, he trashed my shit). His response? He mumbled some bullshit.
What DID he do yesterday? Got stoned, as usual.
Draw your own conclusions.
The fact that smoking was his main priority, and apparently only, hurts.
The fact that I don't count hurts. You know, me: the guy who pays for the house. The house in which he lives, yet doesn't lift a finger within? Though both he and his girl (whop sometimes) sleeps over, neither contributes AT ALL. Not cleaning, nothing. yet HE takes ME to task for entering his room???? It's ok to open MY mail, enter MY den, and vandalize my belongings. THAT'S ok, but to enter HIS room isn't??? Who IS the parent? Oh, I forgot, Bitch trained him this way. (you know, the Bitch who loved him-and Hulk-so much, It deserted both).
I only hope his children treat him the same.
The other day, opened my mail, shoved it in his desk.
Trashed my shit when he went through my stuff, found the mail he'd opened atop it.
Think he takes after his mother??????????????????????
Yesterday, my birthday. A card? A kind word? Nothing. I asked his help in locating a missing running shoe (like I said, he trashed my shit). His response? He mumbled some bullshit.
What DID he do yesterday? Got stoned, as usual.
Draw your own conclusions.
The fact that smoking was his main priority, and apparently only, hurts.
The fact that I don't count hurts. You know, me: the guy who pays for the house. The house in which he lives, yet doesn't lift a finger within? Though both he and his girl (whop sometimes) sleeps over, neither contributes AT ALL. Not cleaning, nothing. yet HE takes ME to task for entering his room???? It's ok to open MY mail, enter MY den, and vandalize my belongings. THAT'S ok, but to enter HIS room isn't??? Who IS the parent? Oh, I forgot, Bitch trained him this way. (you know, the Bitch who loved him-and Hulk-so much, It deserted both).
I only hope his children treat him the same.
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