Dear agony, please let go of me.

So today pretty much sucked cow nipples. We had to drive to Wichita to pick up my Dad's new van. David was supposed to drive the old van back, but he got really drunk last night, so I had to go with him to make sure he didn't crash. So much for seeing my sister's new baby, or getting to try some delicious banana margarita's.

Let me tell you this, spending 2 and a half hours alone in a car with David is not my idea of a fun weekend. At least not until somebody teaches him that talking car dosn't make for a good conversation piece when in the car for that amount of time. And when he wasn't talking about car's, he was talking about the shit hole that has become his life recently. Let's discuss that now, shall we?

David got married last December, to his girlfriend of 4 years. They lived with her mother for the first 5 months. In May they moved in with us, and lived with us until September, when they got their own apartment. David had a few house warming parties, inviting over some of his friends from work. Thats where his wife, Stephanie, met his (former) friend Matt. A few weeks later, David woke up to go to work, and found a note from Stephanie saying that she was leaving him for Matt, and that she was taking their daughter with her. David freaked out, and took 3 days off of work. Matt was fired for jack-assing around instead of working, which was good, because David was about to beat the shit outta him if they hadn't fired him. And this morning Stephanie asked David if she could move back in with him. He said that he didn't think that it would work out because of how much she had hurt him, and that he would think about it. Well that didn't go over well. Stephanie called him a few hours ago and told him that if he didn't let her move back in, that she was going to file for divorce first, and recomend that he get NO visitation rights, and she would make sure that he didn't have any money left over at the end of the month.

Thats not even all of it. She also told him that he was a bad father, that he didn't deserve to be happy, and that she should get an opinion on anybody that he would like to date. Her mom even told her that she needs to butt the hell out of his life, and let him move on, because she didn't seem to have a problem moving on. God I hate people like her. People that just love drama, and causing it. The only time they don't like drama is when its all about them, in a bad way. If they are getting positive attention from it, then it dosn't fucking matter to them. But if its the least bit negiative, the start acting like the victom. I know a lot of people that act like that, and they make me want to punch a baby.

I ABSOLUTELY hate people that do stuff for attention. Like the people that cut themselves for attention. You can always tell them from people that cut themselves for other reasons. If they are doing it for attention, they cut on the top of their arm's, near the elbow, or on the muscle, and they always cut horizontly. People that do it for other reasons, like they are depressed, always cut right on the wrist, and always cut vertically. They are the one's that do it for real, or hoped to do it for real, but didn't quite succeed. Then there are the people that cut becasue of the pain, and the blood. They tend to cut in places you can't really see it, like on their upper thighs, or their upper arms, if they tend to wear long sleeves.

I also hate people that start shit, with no intention of going through with it. I can't count all the times that somebody has picked a fight with me, and they never showed up. They are all talk, and no action. I just want to teach them a major lesson, by knocking their fucking heads in.

Sorry, I'm just in a really bad mood. I needed to vent.

Thinks for listening to all my bullshit! :D