So today, things went hectic BIG TIME! This morning, I was just sitting in my bedroom, talking it up with a girl over the phone with my um, package out and such, and of course, hell breaks lose after this...Apparently, my was ORIGINALLY angry because I, once again, MISSED CHURCH, and they wanted to come over and bitch at me some more while telling me I'm going to hell and BLAH BLAH BLAH!
So, I'm in my room, spanking the monkey, then of course, my relative kicks open the door (and before you ask, this is THEIR EQUIVALENT OF KNOCKING ON THE DOOR!), sees my package, flips his shit, then runs up to the landlord and his daughter (who has a broken leg) and bitches at them! While this is going on, me, my doctor, and my new room mate slip out of the house and sneak off to a Sonic drive-in!
So we are at a Sonic drive-in, eating big hot dogs and chicken strip baskets and finishing it off with sundaes, only to find my family's truck to pull up behind us in a menacing manner...that was when I realized it was my family, THEY WERE FUCKING STALKING ME, so I stepped out of my jeep to pursue them...BIG FUCKING MISTAKE!!! I ended up getting jerked into the truck and taken for a ride to my family's shit shack while my friends were left behind at the Sonic drive-in!
So at my family's shithole of a home, they forced me onto a lawn mower and made me MOW THE FUCKING LAWN IN 110 DEGREES, SWEAT POURING OUT OF MY BODY, I PRAYED TO THE DIVINE THAT I WOULDN'T DROP DEAD AND DIE ON THIS DAY! So at some point while half-way done mowing the lawn, I snuck into the family's house to find out that one of my female relatives was making cake as dessert for supper that night...still ticked about being dragged away from my doctor, I went on over and, while she wasn't looking, decided a little extra ingredient to the batter, courtesy of my bladder!
So then supper time comes around and my family decided to eat some of the cake...and the look on their faces were PRICELESS!!! That was when I told them point blank what I did and WW3 FUCKING BROKE LOSE AFTER THAT! So as of now, I've sent text messages to my doctor and his family, hoping that they could help me get out of this situation, as I DO NOT FUCKING DESERVE THIS SHIT, I'M NOT GOING TO FUCKING MOW LAWNS, I'M TOO EMOTIONAL FOR WORK RIGHT NOW, THE FAIR IS NEXT WEEK, AND I NEED PEOPLE TO SEND ME MONEY, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!