axeman61
07-03-2007, 08:52 AM
No "clicking this thread" or "sleeping with your mom" jokes, please. Unless they're funny.
Be prepared for a long-winded rant. If you want to skip it, it's okay. I just want to vent. Just answer the topic question.
I just came back from my aunt's house in Auburn Hills. There's a routine to my trips there: I go on the weekends and come back on Monday when my aunt goes to work. This time was different: my cousins were out of school and I could have stayed until the 4th of July. My mom was saying I could and that this wasn't a "need to be home" holiday. Not only that, but there was a new gaming cafe there where I could play Gears of War online (fun game btw). Besides that new hotness, the old and busted wasn't bad: I was within walking distance of several nice eating places and Great Lakes Crossing wasn't too far away from my aunt's house. Plus I had more than enough money to ball for a few more days. I could have stayed fed, having fun, and chilling playing video games and watching movies with my favorite peeps. Oh yeah, I forgot. My aunt's boyfriend (I think) decided to cook a big feast of barbecue and chicken. Despite my skin tone, I normally don't even care for fried chicken. But this dude was hitting the right notes, and there was a lot more good stuff where that came from.
But I decided to come home. Yes, despite all the stuff above, I tried to exercise self-control. I had nothing to really do or get at GLC when I thought about it. My aunt didn't have cable or internet. GeOW was fun, but I sucked too hard at it to get all the fun out of it. I wrestled with the decision. I really did. Mom was saying it was okay, and I was still having fun despite what I say. But I came here.
I walk in, smelling fogger fumes. You see, we had a flea problem. Well, had isn't the appropriate term, because I decided to take the garbage out. After setting my packed stuff down in the house, I hit the garage for the trash pails. While I'm stuffing the bags in, I decide to call mom at work to say I'm home. What do I find out? The garage didn't get fogged up (the big door had holes in it and the door next to it had a hole). Not only that, but the refrigerator doesn't work. I came home to a foodless house with a fridge I have to clean out, and fleas could be...
:wtf:
I look down. They're all over my pants. I'm home ten minutes and these mean motherfuckers are already on me. I didn't fucking get it. If it was a joke, it wasn't funny. I called home several times indicating that I was having trouble with the decision of staying in Auburn or coming home. Not once, NOT ONCE, did I hear that the garage (probably the source of the whole problem) didn't get any treatment or that the refrigerator didn't work. Either one would have sealed the deal right there. But no. My mom didn't think of these things. When I called her back about it, it was of course my fault for going into the garage to take out garbage in the first place. She would have taken it out herself if she felt the garage was safe. For one moment, I wish anybody brave enough to still be reading at this point was me. Then they could fully appreciate the pure bullshit there. If I don't take the garbage out, it doesn't get taken out. It's that way with a lot of shit here. I ended up having to put my whole outfit in a rolled up trash bag with a tight knot on it. Doesn't matter. If just one female flea found her way in, that could be over 50 bucks of pesticides made worthless.
I can feel my folks in Auburn. They all have party hats on. I was cursing at every damn flea I saw just 40 minutes ago.
So what about you?
Be prepared for a long-winded rant. If you want to skip it, it's okay. I just want to vent. Just answer the topic question.
I just came back from my aunt's house in Auburn Hills. There's a routine to my trips there: I go on the weekends and come back on Monday when my aunt goes to work. This time was different: my cousins were out of school and I could have stayed until the 4th of July. My mom was saying I could and that this wasn't a "need to be home" holiday. Not only that, but there was a new gaming cafe there where I could play Gears of War online (fun game btw). Besides that new hotness, the old and busted wasn't bad: I was within walking distance of several nice eating places and Great Lakes Crossing wasn't too far away from my aunt's house. Plus I had more than enough money to ball for a few more days. I could have stayed fed, having fun, and chilling playing video games and watching movies with my favorite peeps. Oh yeah, I forgot. My aunt's boyfriend (I think) decided to cook a big feast of barbecue and chicken. Despite my skin tone, I normally don't even care for fried chicken. But this dude was hitting the right notes, and there was a lot more good stuff where that came from.
But I decided to come home. Yes, despite all the stuff above, I tried to exercise self-control. I had nothing to really do or get at GLC when I thought about it. My aunt didn't have cable or internet. GeOW was fun, but I sucked too hard at it to get all the fun out of it. I wrestled with the decision. I really did. Mom was saying it was okay, and I was still having fun despite what I say. But I came here.
I walk in, smelling fogger fumes. You see, we had a flea problem. Well, had isn't the appropriate term, because I decided to take the garbage out. After setting my packed stuff down in the house, I hit the garage for the trash pails. While I'm stuffing the bags in, I decide to call mom at work to say I'm home. What do I find out? The garage didn't get fogged up (the big door had holes in it and the door next to it had a hole). Not only that, but the refrigerator doesn't work. I came home to a foodless house with a fridge I have to clean out, and fleas could be...
:wtf:
I look down. They're all over my pants. I'm home ten minutes and these mean motherfuckers are already on me. I didn't fucking get it. If it was a joke, it wasn't funny. I called home several times indicating that I was having trouble with the decision of staying in Auburn or coming home. Not once, NOT ONCE, did I hear that the garage (probably the source of the whole problem) didn't get any treatment or that the refrigerator didn't work. Either one would have sealed the deal right there. But no. My mom didn't think of these things. When I called her back about it, it was of course my fault for going into the garage to take out garbage in the first place. She would have taken it out herself if she felt the garage was safe. For one moment, I wish anybody brave enough to still be reading at this point was me. Then they could fully appreciate the pure bullshit there. If I don't take the garbage out, it doesn't get taken out. It's that way with a lot of shit here. I ended up having to put my whole outfit in a rolled up trash bag with a tight knot on it. Doesn't matter. If just one female flea found her way in, that could be over 50 bucks of pesticides made worthless.
I can feel my folks in Auburn. They all have party hats on. I was cursing at every damn flea I saw just 40 minutes ago.
So what about you?