God, don't make me barf.
Thomas, my 2.5 year-old brother threw up a little while ago. In the living room, on the futon(sp), where people sit, YUCK. I had been watching him, and Paul had just come in and was talking to Mom on his cell phone (Paul is my step-dad who I'm afraid will hit me one of these days or murder me or something, he's REALLY scary) So Paul started swearing his ******** head off, AT ME. What the hell did I do? He acted like I shoved my hand down Thomas's throat to make him barf or something. So then I grabbed my laptop and went into the other room because Paul is really scary, like I said, and for the record, puke smells REALLY bad. I can't go near it or else I'll puke. So then Paul starts saying to Thomas: "Oh, it's not your fault, you're not feeling good, you just up chucked your breakfast" and I'm like Oh God, stop talking about it! So I'm in the other room and Mom calls Paul back on his cell phone and he can't hear her so he tells her to call him on the regular phone and to me he goes: "You'd better not be on the computer" because then I'd be using up the phone line, instead of saying "Please get off the computer, your Mom's going to call" So I said: "My GOD, I am" and he starts screaming his head off at me for something (I have no idea what exactly, I think it's for saying "My God" even though he says "********" and every other freaking swear in the English language, what a ******** hypocrit[sp]) God, I just wanna run away and live with Phil. crying
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