wow. 2nite was jus interesting. there was a FIRE. in my dads room. cuz he is retarted. he left sumthing on & it fell into the trash can & caught fire.
I was downstairs in the dinningroom on the computer n i smelled sumthing. & we've had an outlet burn before, thats wat i thought it was. n the asshole was downstairs in the livingroom too.
Well i start goin lookin everywhere for a hot outlet wall feel.. cuz everything looked smokey when i was in the kitchen. Well then u hear my mums feet pounding n then she screams down cuz me & him r tryn to figure out wat the smokes comin from.. n shes like "its ur fuckin room u asshole".. n he ran upstairs.. i go freak out lookin for an fire extingrisher n dont u kno we threw it out years bak cuz it was expired but in panic i didnt remember. & then im tryin to run water up..
& his room n the bathroom had the most smoke in it, so i immediately start coughin reall bad.. & my mum tells me to go start opening windows n get a fan out n shit like that.. soo yeah..
Now my dad doesnt have a bed. ha. his fault. & the sad thing is this isnt the first time he's done this type of shit wit a ciggerette & my mum said thats wat it was.. cuz the there was no candle wax anywhere soo it couldnt be the candles he has in his room.. soo yeah..
But i dont feel bad for him at all.. not one bit.. he did this to himself.. he can have the one mattress i have that is his.. but thats it.. he aint sleepin in my room n he isnt gettin my box spring either.. soo hes screwed.. hope he enjoys the couch..
I swear if i hear him complain bout one damn thing anytime soon within the next week bout where hes sleepin or bout his bak hurtin from the couch.. ima flip cuz its his own damn fault..
But ima go outside n sit for a lil bit & get sum fresh cold air in my lungs cuz my chest hurts a lil & i dont feel good..
