All About G

The answer’s a pretty simple one: You’re a fucking bitch and you treat everyone else like crap.

Yes folks, I’m mad at her again.

Here’s what happened: Last night I was walking down the hallway. I glanced into our (me and Kimmie) room, and I saw Kimmie rush to her bed from my side of the room. I walked in and I noticed there was a green bottle on my table thing.

I asked her “Why were you on my side of the room?”
She said “I was walking around.”
“Then why did you run to your bed when I came up?”
“I felt like running to my bed.”
“Yea, right. Where did this green bottle come from?”
“You put it there.”
“No I didn’t. I didn’t see the green bottle there when I woke up this morning. Why did you put it there?”
“I didn’t.”
“Likely story. Why did you put that there?”
“I DIDN’T PUT IT THERE!”

I didn’t mind that she was lying, it pissed me off when she said, “You don’t believe anything I say, retard.”

I told her, “SHUT UP.”

“No, you stupid retard.”

“Kimmie, STOP CALLING ME NAMES.”

“Why should I?”

I looked at her, “Do you really want to start with me now?!”

“Shut up.”

“No, why should I? At least I’m not calling you names.”

“Yea, whatever.”

“Have I called you a name so far tonite?”

And she didn’t say anything except her usual attitude. I swear to God I’m getting completely sick and tired of her fucking bullshit. And my parents want to know why I didn’t want to share a room with her. I keep imagining up that she does something really bad, like wreck my half of the room or ruin my cd’s, and I beat the crap out of her, and then storm downstairs to Mom and practically scream “THAT’S IT! I’VE HAD IT WITH HER! MOVE ME SOMEWHERE’S ELSE, I DON’T CARE WHERE! MOVE ME INTO THE ATTIC OR THE BASEMENT OR EVEN THE GARAGE I DON’T CARE!” Something like that.

But if Kimmie keeps her crap up, I’ll shut her out of my life like I did Andy. And she definitley won’t be able to say “sorry” to make anything up.