Fakin' It

10-19-2009 Monday

It all boils down to this: I'm not mistaken. The bitch really did fake her 'illness'. I am so pissed when she got home from the doctor and she's like, 'Oh they found nothin' wrong, I just have to take some pain reliever whenever my head would ache' and I'm like, 'did I hear you right? Nothing is wrong? After all the scan and dialysis they did to your motherfucking head, nothing is wrong??', wow, that's just great.

The bitch wasted a week trying to be sick instead of trying to find a job or trying to do the chores at home.I am waiting for something like, 'Oh they found a tumor in my head and I'm gonna die in a week or so'. Why do bitches have to live such a long, worthless lives? That's still a freaking mystery to me, aside from thinking how the fuck can she still go home safe, or how can she still wake up after hours and hours of sleep.

All I said to her is 'So you're not sick that's good to hear. Anything the doctor said you shouldn't do? Or anything you shouldn't eat? Are you not allowed to be tired or to perspire?' She said, 'I told you nothing's wrong so why would the doctor forbid me to do anything, what are you trying to say?' and I non-chalantly replied, 'Uhh, nothing..just wondering why you're still not doing anything, that's it'. I stood up, checked my image in the mirror and I left the house before the bitch could say anything else.

While riding the jeepney on my way to the bank to get the replacement ATM card, I'm still thinking about how the bitch can still live each day as if we have all the money in the world and she didn't need to work or start doing something.It's really irritating me to see her every fucking day doing nothing. I wouldn't have any problem with that if we have a maid to do all the chores at home or if we are filthy rich that we don't have to do anything to get whatever it is we wanted.But that's not the case in our household. We all have to do our fair share of hardwork and labor to be able to survive each day. We're the typical average family who has limited budget on everything, groceries, rent, bills and other stuff.

There are even times when we really have nothing left days before payday and that's the worst part because there's me and my gramma, whacking our brains just to come up with funds to help us get through till payday, all this while my bitch of a mother stares at the TV, indulging herself on another late night bullshit show. That's the biggest problem with that bitch. She could've cared less if we eat nothing as long as she don't miss an episode on her favorite TV shows.

Now that the results are in, and obviously she's not sick or dying, I'm back to my original plan of trying to find a room for rent, and if I can't before this week ends, then I have to go with my last option of staying with my perfectionist aunt for awhile.

Labels: aunt, BITCH. mother, daughter, pink crimson, rent

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 6:57 PM