To my fat friend: stop fuckin up my kitchen.

Okay.

I have this friend who I REALLY REALLY enjoy, having over, even though 90% of the time she's on myspace for like four hours.

But she wants me to go to her house.
I can't go to her house, I'm pregnant, she has cats, and she has like four bags of garbage in her fucking living room. Everythings filled with clothes and bullshit, and it's fucking disgusting as HELL.

"Come over to my house and lets go pick up some stuff and bring it here."

Okay.
That would be great.
If it wasn't fucking my entire fucking kitchen up!

What the fuck!
When she gets here she throws her coat on the floor. MY WORST GOD DAMN PET PEEVE. For some reason she has to bring half of her own fucking fridge over here. I already have to pick up after my husbands shit, which I never know where the hell to put it cause most of the time he says I need to clean but not to move his shit cause it belongs there or some bullshit so what the fuck am I supposed to fucking do, Huh!?!?!?!?!?!

I got fucking assholes coming over here and pissing on the back of the fucking toilet seat!
I have a broken toilet! Kinda
I have a fucking dining room that's full of MOTHER FUCKING SHIT AND IM SO FUCKING SICK OF FUCKING CLEANING UP AFTER FUCKING PEOPLE AND PEOPLE ARE FUCKING DICKS SO THEY WONT FUCKING WIPE THEIR OWN DAMN ASSHOLE WHEN THEY'RE DONE SHITTIN ALL OVER THE FUCKING DINING ROOM.

And can you guess who gets blamed for it? Me.
I get blamed.
For the damn.
Fucking.
Beer bottles. (wtf, I am pregnant arent I?)
Little cigarette packs all over the fucking place. (Yeah.)
The ACU's on the floor.
The fucking socks on the floor.
The damn little army shit I can't touch all over the place.
Peoples little fucking garbage from beer bottles and cigerette packs they were so kindly playing with then throwing on the fucking table.
Fucking dishes all over the place, even though I can't even eat lately unless it's something completely fresh or else I PUKE.
The dishes with ashes all over them.
The fucking clothes, again, on the fucking floor.

I'm pretty sure I didn't go around and shit some clothes on the mother fucking floor.

If I could just piss out thongs and some size 1 jeans all over the fucking place yeah okay then blame me but I'm so sick of being expected to be everyones bitch, and then clean up and give this nice pretty mother fucking sparkly little fucking house WHICH I FUCKING TRY TO FUCKING DO..
BUT ITS HARD WHEN PEOPLE KEEP FUCKING IT UP
It's clean.
It's not.
Guess why?
People.
Mother.
Fucking.
People.

God d*mnit!!!!!

Once I get the fucking place clean it's all fucked up again and I am so fucking sick of this shit, cause I'm fucking nauseaus and I'm fucking sick, and I'm fucking tired, and people keep telling me "wow you dont look so good" maybe cause you and you're god damn cooking is taking me three days to clean up!!!

Im fucking tired!
I am tired off my fucking ass!
You know what I wanna do!?
I wanna inject an ovarie in a man's fucking dick.
I wanna get a mother fucker pregnant. Then I want him to clean my fucking piss off the back of the seat and clean after his fucking fat friend.
I'm gonna write more when I fucking wake up.

 

Can we say HORMONES!

 

some rant....

 

This was my favorite part... I'm not even pregnant and I go on tirades like this at times

Hope things get better...

 

*ashes on floor*

ha

 

I love how you censored "god dammit" but wrote out about seventy jillion fucks and fuckings.

 

people shit in your dining room? eww

 

I think you need to contact an exterminator immediately and have your house fumigated for a people infestation.

 

Why are you friends with fat people to begin with?

I have one friend who's slowly getting fatter... I'm thinking about ending that friendship soon unless she looses some weight.

 

Are people smoking in your house, while youre pregnant?

 

I misread the title, I thought your fat friend was fucking in your kitchen, and I would have to agree thats pretty disgusting.

 

ewwwwww...Shame on your husband or baby daddy for not keeping you in a healthy enviorment while you are pregnant.

 

yeah, seriously. Even I took good care of my wife when she was preggo. I didn't like it, but I did it. Because thats just what I was supposed to do. *shrugs*

 

Ganja, you're a prince.

Sounds like fb needs to dump this friend.

 

It would probably benefit you to say this to your baby daddy/husband and your friend, im mean just blow up out of know where and just let it out girl. Just print out what you said and rehearse that shit, then at the perfect moment when your hubby and your friend are in the same room let that shit out. C'mon you have to let them know what's on your mind, you can't be stressing like this when your preggos you got other stuff to worry about.

 

Just a really dirty one

 

Anyyyyyyyyyyywaayayyyy, its' not his fault he works, a lot, all day, constantly...


It's just the stupid fat friend! That I love! Dearly! BUT OOOMMMMGGG..


I went into my kitchen after she cooked, and there were like 400 sugar ants... just walkin around in a row.

Working on their, little trail.
Just.. just walking.
Back and forth.
Mother f*ckers.