... CAN SUCK MY GIANT NONEXISTENT DICK.

Fucking Comcast finally cut my internet and cable a week or two ago and left me a bill of over two hundred dollars to pay. And my gram, the bitch who added all the expensive crap and then refuse to pay it, isn't going to help. BIG SURPRISE. All this is in my name and if my mother wasn't helping me my credit would be in the shitter.

FUCK COMCAST.

FUCK IT WITH A HUGE RUBBER DICK.

I'M GOING WITH AT&T.

That aside, my job at the movie theater is pretty sweet. The people I work with are pretty tight. I can drink as much free Cherry Coke mixed with Lemonade as I want. I'm going to ask one of my managers if I can get a Transformers 2 movie poster since we got about fifty of those. And I got two free movie t-shirts from "Taking Pelham 123" and "Year One" and they fit NICELY.

And FREE MOVIES.

Like "The Hangover". I died a little in my seat it was so damn funny. That Zach Galifianakis is a funny, funny man.

Gonna get my check this coming week. Can start paying these damn electric bills, buy food (mooch mooch), switch my internet and cable services and get my poor Wii outta the pawn shop.

I'm gonna get off this library computer now, 'cause it keeps giving me pop ups with rauchy ass porn. No, no. Can't watch that in public.



EDIT: The plot thickens...

I called my mom today because she was texting me and she tells me last night the ghetto ass neighbor grandma downstairs got in her face and wanted to beat her up.

Why? Because of me.

Because they have a lazy little boy about seven or eight years old who throws their garbage bags out - on the street. Not in the fucking can. Now, I've been seeing more rats then ever when I visit my family and the stink is to HIGH HEAVEN. My mother and I actually had to clean it up it was just so nasty. Not to mention we got a resident coyote a block down in this foresty area. And I told the little fuck he'll get in some serious trouble if he don't throw it away properly.

He told his mother I said I'll kill him.

I just might now. This is coming from a kid who lied about where my little brother was when he was missing and my mom went crazy searching for him. If I see that woman, I'm going to have her know damn well that if she's got a problem with what I said, she can come to me and we'll fucking dance. I may be nineteen, but I'll be damned if I gotta explain my actions to anyone but the police.

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