I FUCKING HATE...
After Operation Lieberman fell through I was hoping I could salvage some sort of plan for tonight. BUT NOOOOOOOOOoooOOOoOOOoOoOOooOoOoOoOOoOoOOoooOOO.
So my mom says I can take her car after I slave over a mountain of chores, which is nothing unusual. So I get home, ready to take the car, when I learn that SMASHLEY took the car to go fucking baby-prostituting. What a fucking Slampoe.
So I call her up and ask if I could take it run to pull an Operation Phil, but she says no. WTF, NO?! Ysler is just sitting in some rich guys driveway while she watches his kids. I AM SO MAD. I HAD THE FUCKING CAR RESERVED BUT SMASHLEY HAS TO WATCH CHILDREN. FUCK ME.
I KNOW I will not be able to get Treppy becuase I would have to fucking return my FUCKING CAR to my grandmother by nine, nine thirty at the absolute latest. Becuase the fucking car....NO...MY fucking car has to sit in her driveway becuase she is a control freak. FUCK
So...our plans are shot for the night guys. I'm sorry.
FUCK ME...JUST FUCK ME LONG AND HARD.