This morning, Soybeast's father came upstairs to say goodbye to his 2 daughters before he left for a 2+ week cross country road trip. He came into his other daughters room first to say goodbye. Soybeast, pissed off that her sleep was interrupted by the conversation across the hall, got up and SLAMMED her door shut. He then turned around and said goodbye to her. She responded with an unintelligble mutter.
Love.
Showing posts with label bitch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bitch. Show all posts
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Shut the fucking door, Soybeast.
The other night it was freezing out and Soybeast went onto the deck to take pictures of whatever the fuck. She stepped onto the deck and left the door open. Started taking pictures, door still open. About a minute passed as I stared in horror (why didn't I shut the door? Because I wanted to see how long Soybeast thought it was reasonable to leave the door open) My experiment failed because at about 2 minutes, her mother slammed the door.
Soybeast ended up standing out there for about 5 minutes which, I assume, was the amount of time she would have left the door open.
What a beast, kids. What a beast.
Soybeast ended up standing out there for about 5 minutes which, I assume, was the amount of time she would have left the door open.
What a beast, kids. What a beast.
Baked Goods Plagiarization
Soybeast, on the phone with her friend "Heeeey, Guurrrrrlll!" was raving about these cookies that she made using the pulp leftover from the fruits and vegetables she juiced.
Problem is, she didn't make the cookies. Her mother did. She didn't even come up with the idea. Soybeast was going to throw the pulp away.
YOU DIDN'T MAKE THE FUCKING COOKIES, YOUR MOTHER DID. How in the name of FUCK do you march around, proud of something you didn't do? Can I do that? Can I go to D.C. and rave about what a good job I did on the Lincoln monument? (Actually, that would be funny. I should try that.)
Either way, go fuck yourself with one of your tofu popsicles Soybeast!
Problem is, she didn't make the cookies. Her mother did. She didn't even come up with the idea. Soybeast was going to throw the pulp away.
YOU DIDN'T MAKE THE FUCKING COOKIES, YOUR MOTHER DID. How in the name of FUCK do you march around, proud of something you didn't do? Can I do that? Can I go to D.C. and rave about what a good job I did on the Lincoln monument? (Actually, that would be funny. I should try that.)
Either way, go fuck yourself with one of your tofu popsicles Soybeast!
It Begins
I created this blog to blow off some steam. I didn't have many options. It was either write about it or this:
Here you will read about one of the worst people in MY world. I word it that way because I haven't met people like Kim Jong Il or Oprah, in which case I would have bigger fish to fry. Instead you'll hear the rantings of one petty person complaining about an even more petty person.
Names will be changed just because that's probably what you're supposed to do.
If this seems too cryptic, you're probably right. If you're not reading this, you're better off.
That's about it for the introduction. Read on for more details.
Here you will read about one of the worst people in MY world. I word it that way because I haven't met people like Kim Jong Il or Oprah, in which case I would have bigger fish to fry. Instead you'll hear the rantings of one petty person complaining about an even more petty person.
Names will be changed just because that's probably what you're supposed to do.
If this seems too cryptic, you're probably right. If you're not reading this, you're better off.
That's about it for the introduction. Read on for more details.
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