2005-03-28
you can't wipe your ass with that.
My dog has fleas. And my parents don't care. Clothes go missing. My parents don't care. We have no toilet paper. My parents don't care.
What is it with this family? It doesn't seem like anyone has an inkling of what the word "responsibility" truly means. It's not just paying the bills, folks. It's getting the dog fixed, taking us shopping, and buying toilet paper. God, I will be forever grateful if we never ran out of toilet paper. But knowing this family, fuck it.
Toilet paper! I need to take a shit, and washing my ass is not my thing. Kleenexes don't work well, either. Shit.
I think I'll just go to sleep. Sometimes, I just wish I won't wake up the next day. Especially when I know I can't take a decent bathroom break in the morning.
tipsydrunk at 9:21 p.m.
