I know, I know I am hateful this time of the year. Prolly because everybody's being a bullshit, dickbrain and a shithead even on petty things. Everybody just zoomed beyond my bullshit meter so FUCK YOU. And I am not sorry for being so hateful to everybody and to the world. Sometimes, you have to scream and rage and fist fuck the wall.
The real deal of this blog is that, while I was slurping chicken soup the elders (Mom, Gramp, Uncle) were talking about my other uncle (Dad's bro). They were sharing their bitter remorse about the sudden change of plans. Eventually, their mouths blabbed about everything from my uncle's car to his financila debts. And it was effing uncomfortable, because I was sipping my Chicken Soup happily while they were munching the chicken like angry old barbarians. My temper shot to many degrees, I sat there motionless. And I could no longer take the disaster because my angry soul is now drowning into the Chicken Soup of perdition.
I just wanna say this to my family and to everyone, if you hate someone please don't discuss it over the table because IT IS FUCKING BLABLAH. And by the way, it is bad to judge people by the way they smile or by just looking at their body language. IT IS ALWAYS BAD TO TALK SHIT especially when I am eating.
I know I am so hateful but between the horribles and me, I do not backbite or talk shit. If I hate someone, I tell him. If I don't have the guts to tell him, I write about how I feel...just how I feel. And I can always say those foul and uncouth words here in my blog without mentioning to whom they are for.
Love is all around. Hate is all around too. It's just a matter of how you see things and how you accept shits and how you make the shit a better shit for you and for me.
And yeah, I'm blabbing about family shits. Hehe!