QUOTE(Gripster2000 @ Oct. 14, 2006. 03:35 PM)

Crying Mother: "i don't know what happened! He was just sitting there eating a snack and he just stopped breathing!"
Doctor:"I'm very sorry about your son's untimely death. What was he eating at the time?"
Crying Mother: "Chex Mix"
Doctor: "Yes, that's what I thought. It seems you have been feeding the child Chex Mix for
Adults. The poor boy's tiny heart just couldn't take the pressure."
Crying Mother; "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Chex Mix for kids. Saving lives one family at a time.
That would have made my day, but unfortunately, it's not enough.
My stepdad got home with a fuck load of groceries. It's pouring rain out. Guess who brought all of it in by themself. It wouldn't be me would it? Being sick and all, no parent would make their sick kid go out and unload an at least 15 minute trip of groceries in the rain would they? Wrong. So, I'm bringing it all in, I can barely breath, and the harder I try, the closer I get to hyperventilating. You think that would be enough for someone to help you right? Wrong again, instead, he just stood in the porch, watching me. And the other great thing about it all, is that this is the 5th time someone's been in town since I've been sick, and they've completely ignored my Ginger Ale requests. I am getting sick and fucking tired of this, and I'm not usually one to complain about chores and stuff, but what a crock of shit this is. And don't worry, I'm sure I'll have done s-
Well, I was going to type I'm sure I'll have done something else wrong by the end of the day, but I didn't have that long to type it, because I did something wrong already. Silly me, I shut my own bedroom door, and didn't hear my stepdad asking me to go upstairs, grab a rag from him, and put it in the garage. I'm so stupid, why the hell would I go and shut my door like that. I obviously should have known that my existance on Earth is only to serve him. My next post will likely be to say I just brutally murdered my parents.