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« on: March 09, 2015, 01:07:10 am »
I despise people when they're drunk. This will likely impede social activities with friends I may make at some point in the future, which makes me preemptively melancholy.
I was reminded of this by coming home from a shitty day at work to my mom trying to put my brother to bed while drunk.
For some reason she thought that trapping him under a blanket with a fart was a good idea.
It wasn't, apparently he vomited. Then when the mess was resolved she ranted to me about 'internet and how it just ain't good that all you young'ns are always on yer spacebook and fritter and shit and how you don't know how to exist and I'll be cancelling the internet tomorrow you hear me oh what was mmvstbslbslb'. Not quoted exactly, but that was the general gist of it. Every time she gets drunk this happens. It's why I hide her wine in obscure spots all the time.
fffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkkk I despise ... that. Everything that. A seething hate that I rarely feel elsewhere. Hate. Haaaaaaaate.