Sickly Rant

I am sick y'all. For the first time in two and a half years. I am mad about it. I hate feeling miserable. Can't sleep. Can't think. Can't post!!! Smelling, tasting and being quiet are things of the past. Cheerfulness is somebody else's problem. Energy relates to something electrical. Irritation is my constant companion. He is a cool dude too.

Now I really know why my family pisses me the hell off. Mostly because they ain't shit!

My sister smokes like a damn chimney. That isn't necessarily a bad thing except her ceiling is messed up. So whenever she lights up, I do too. And I hate them shits. I feel like murdering. Just to breathe clear for ONE day.

The older nephew, who shall be known as The Driver, does just that. Wakes up, gets in that damn car, gone all day. What the hell is the purpose of having a driver at your disposal if they are always gone?

The younger nephew, also known as Internet Pimpin', is also sick. And lazy as hell. I awakened him because I needed assistance. And his ass had to this point, @6:00 p.m., been in bed all damn day. Anyway, I asked this sumbitch to stroll down a flight of stairs to see if the rumored chicken from the holiday was down stairs. I needed to know about the chicken so I would know what I was getting from the market. I of course was walking to the market to get AND prepare dinner. 15 minutes later, and 5 attempts to find out where he went, I hit the stairs and find his ass in the damn bed! WTF?

Mind you it is @6:00 p.m. and I had not managed before then to muster the desire to eat. Which means that my mother hadn't either. I know this is one of those days where she REALLY wishes she hadn't had the stroke. Anyway, The Driver returns and gives me the damn car keys, lazy bastard!!!! I go and buy provisions to complete three or four meals and return. I start building dinner, a grilled chicken salad. I ask Internet Pimpin' to ask his mom if she wanted some. I get attitude (long back story) about this! So I went from salad for five to salad for two attitude. I decided not to be stupid and finish dinner since it would be senseless to waste resources having three or four people make the same thing!

::: This story has been edited to fit in the time that I felt like telling it. Translation: I left some shit out. I am sick, sue me! :::

Needless to say, when I get the energy back, I will be on the rag until I see tears drop or furniture get packed! This means war dammit!!!!

Oh yeah, Lebron and the Bron-bron's won today. That pisses me off too!