I want to hurt something - I want to strangle my father and take a knife and thrust it into the back of his bald head. I want blood. Because someone FUCKED UP - and ruined my night. yes. that's what my murderous rage is all about. Let me tell you what has happened so far tonight that has made me uncontrollably angry.
Firstly, the plan was to see star wars and go out for dinner with lis + carlos and co. Well, after waiting half an hour and realising that no one was coming home with a car on time - i decided that i would bus to the restraunt instead. So just before ten to 7, I made my way down to the little bus stop near my house. Figuring that if i was early - i would get the bus at 7 then get to blackburn rd just b4 7.30. Well...no bus turned up and at 7.25 i made my way back home to beg my father for the use of the saab. After finally getting in the car and driving down the drive way, I realised I had no P plates on the car. After turning the backseat, front seat and the glove compartment apart - i also realised that the plates were not in this car. Oh no, after storming my way back to up the drive way and into the house and asking my dear sister if she knew of the whereabouts of the p'plates, she promptly told me that she saw two sets of P'plates in the honda.... OKAY now this is where i got fucking angry. WHAT THE FUCK ARE TWO SETS OF P PLATES DOING IN THE ONE CAR? I know that I didn't take the plates from the saab and use them in the honda..cos the honda has its own set...so what are they doing in the other car....WELL. MY dad claims ignorance as usual saying "I'm not the one who looks after the P-plates" ...which that means if he sees them still stuck on the car's back window or front, he'll take them off but leave them on the backseat or somewhere that's not in the glove box. Once after one of these times i found a missing P plate hidden between the side of the backseat and the door. SO since Fred would never own up to this time, i figured the only other idiot who uses P plates is my brother. So i left him an angry message on his mobile: "Hi Redmond, it's Evelyn. Did you take the P plates from the saab and put them in the Honda? If you did THEN I FUCKING HATE YOU"
Since he's not actually here to defend himself - i can;t assume it was him. But fuck there are some idiots living under this roof...and i'm sick of it. Physically sick of it. I want to crack someone's skull open, I want to fucking destroy something. I've already screamed alittle, stamped my feet and kicked a door...and my own revenge so far has been eating half of the chocolate pastries...fuck i'm evil. Nah if im really provoked i'll usually go break something or mess something up...i already steal my dad's spare change on a regular basis...DAMNIT
this is supposed to make me feel better but it's not. It's making me worse. FUCK. i even put make up on and now i have to take it off? DAMNit. now mum's home and giving me shit...FUCKING HELL. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK..fucking VCUNT SLUT BITCH WHOREE EEEE FUCKING IDIOTS! fffffffffffffffffffffffffaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk!
FUCK OFF

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