Nonical |
02-27-2004 04:23 PM |
I Had A Bad Day Again...
So I'm trying to cook a pizza in the oven and the baby (my 14th month old brother) is walking under my feet getting in my every possible move and if I try to shove him out of the way he'll cry and I'll get yelled at.
Finally the pizza is done and I'm trying to wash off the pizza cutter and I left the oven open so he runs over to it as fast as he possibly can and I barely make it back in time to close it before he almosts burns the shit out of himself. Could I blame him if he did? Fucking dumb kid.
This whole time he's running around with (dried blood) on his face from 5 minutes ago when my Mother tried to ride him on her back, (bull ride, bull ride) what happens? He falls off and smacks his face against the wall... She blames me because I don't care, it was her fucking falt.
I finally get upstairs and I'm heading into my room when I trip over my stack of Hustler magazines and end up spilling my soda all over myself. I finally sit down at my computer (still wet and all from the soda) and take one bite into my pizza and spit it out, I realize that I've spilt Dr. Pepper all over half of it and it's dripping down off the plate on to the floor next to my feet already soaking up into the carpet.
I sit down on the floor and run my fingers through my hair just trying to stay calm and relax and then I feel something sticky in between my fingers and I see that there's cheese shit on them from the pizza so now I have pizza all in my hair.
I hate living at home! :(
Anyone else having a bad day?
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