09 February 2007

Precocious teenager, or suffocated free-spirit? From the vault... taking you back in time to March 1999! Verbatim, i kid you not. Only mildly embarrassed.


Well today I didn’t do much, although, I did make my bed. Well done Mars!

I just had a biggie with dad. I asked him to leave me, like, 4 bucks for a train ticket to get to uni tomorrow, but apparently, that was too much to ask. I hate borrowing money off him cause he just holds it against me. He kept going on about how he gave me 25 bucks the other night and I hadn’t budgeted blah blah blah. He just kept talking around in circles, not making sense to anyone but himself in his small little mind. If only he knew how dumb he is. He spends so much time trying to convince himself he’s so “smart”. Pfft.

Oh, and he kept going on about “you said you were going out on Thursday” and I said “well obviously I’m not” but he just kept going on and on and on and blah blah fucking bloody blah. Pissed me right off cause I was really looking forward to it.

It’s shit. Everything’s shit. He actually said he would leave me the 4 buck, but that I had to pay it back. 4 fucking bucks! I couldn’t believe it.

So I said I didn’t want it cause I didn’t want to be in any more “debt”. And he told me “I’d better go to uni”. I told him he couldn’t tell me what to do. He’s such a wank!

It’s un-fucking-believable, the shit I put up with.



And that, is now my life's motto.


14 comments:

Adam said...

As if that wasn't already your life's motto.

Adam said...

P.S) I'll give you 4 bucks.

Mars said...

sweet. i'll take it!

Dot said...

It’s "un-fucking-believable" the shit you used to put up with.

kiki said...

i don't get what your life motto is...

that you were pissed off with your dad? that's your life motto?
or that you have no money?

Mars said...

it's un-fucking-believable the shit i put up with!

maybe it's not so much a motto.

and dot, i still put up with an AMAZING amount of shit. you know it.

Mex said...

wow. your dad sounds about as stingey as mine.

Adam said...

What do you have to put up with? You live with Dot with no emos, you don't have to worry about a dude and you have a sweet room with junk on the bed. Sounds easy.

actonb said...

Heh.

Why am I thinking "i want my two dollerrsss"?????

kiki said...

"It’s un-fucking-believable, the shit I put up with."

it tell you what is un-fucking-believable... the amount of whining we've been getting from you dear Mars.

no offence. constructive criticism

Mars said...

OFFENDED.

you moan when i don't blog, and you moan when i do. you're an old woman keeks.

kiki said...

you moan about my moaning

we're just like TV's "Odd Couple"!

Mars said...

no keith, we are not just like tv's odd couple at all.


FUCK.

audrey said...

Old diary entries are the best - almost as good as old poems found in memory boxes.

My entire thirteenth year was spent wailing in my journal about how fat I was and how my life would be perfect if I could just lose weight and get a boyfriend. If I were any more predictable a teenage mess of girlhood, I might have to travel back in time and kick myself up the jaxie.