Fuckers

Fuckers

How is my day going? Oh fine, you know the usual, a missing Grandpa and packing. Actually that was yesterday since it is after midnight now. I guess my new day (Sunday) is going alright.

Monday I am moving back home. I am really torn between happiness and being bummed out. My apartment is my home and sanctuary. No parents to yell, bother, or irritate me and I can do whatever I wish. I have freedom and most of you know I need my freedom. Then again, I'll be home, the place I grew up and that means friends, family and fun. Hibbi Town is total crap when it comes to shopping and stuff, but dude, everyone I care about is there. See, I'm torn. Plus, I hate packing and all that junk and I just wish I could settle down somewhere with a job and be happy. I don't need a job that pays a gazillion billion dollars, I just need the simple things. What are the simple things? Obviously I need food, water and shelter, but as long as I have my small group of buddies, imagination and what sanity I have left I am a happy little Kush. Yeah, I like my anime and video games, but I do know I could live without them if I really had to. Now I am rambling, lets continue on to the Grandpa story.

Gawd, that woman drives me fucking CRAZY!!!! Those who know me know exactly who I am talking about. Yesterday (Saturday) Scott called the hospital where Grandpa was staying and he asked to speak to him. The nurses told Scott, "There is no Bob here." "WHAT," my brother inquired with worry. Do you blame him? Fucking idiots! They then proceeded to tell him that they needed to speak to family. Scott shocked out of his mind said, "Ok" and hung up. He immediately called my parents fearing the worst and my dad called right away to find Grandpa. The nurses gave him the same bull shit until he said, "I am family! I am his son, his only son." They then explained that my grandfather (who is doing a lot better, by the way) had been transferred to a different hospital on Friday. Yeah, and we had no idea!!! That fucking, gold digging, whore was not going to call and tell us! Dad called her to find out what was going on and this was her lame excuse, "Oh I guess I should have called you, but I was so busy getting his clothes and stuff." How long does it take to get some fucking clothes!? She could have told someone else to call us! The God damn hospital should have called us!!! We're his family!!! Hellllloooooooooo!!!!!!! She makes me so pissed I don't even know what to do except flail and call her inappropriate names. I think we should do something, but my parents don't want to make waves. I understand their reasoning for this, but I really wonder if it's worth getting screwed seven ways past Sunday. This woman is a horrible person and I hate letting her do this to us and my grandfather. She is only causing stress among my little clan and I despise her for it. I dislike using the word hate, but I can honestly say that is how I feel about her. It makes me feel awful because I do not use that word lightly, but I hate that woman. I hate her with every fiber of my being. It makes me cry to even think I hate someone so much. I've never hated anyone, but this woman definitely deserves to be the first on my list.

I'm sorry. This is just really painful and I needed to write it out. Thanks for reading about my stupid stress.