And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
This may or may not offend someone but really if you're not working, if you're just barely doing anything around someone's house and you smoke, wtf makes you think your cigarettes are my responsibility to buy????? If you're spending the entire time I'm at work sleeping, walking movies on Netflix and cruising the internet why do you need to be rewarded for that??? When you're not making any fucking effort to get a job and you jump my ass like I'm a dog when you want something, what makes you feel so fucking special that you can act like that? I'm not your fucking mommy. I'm not doing it anymore if you're just gonna be a lazy ass. Get a mother fucking job already or just get the fuck out. Go stay with one of those bitches you swear you aren't talking to but they call restricted, you race to get to the phone first and then they hang up when I answer. Then you act like its one of your boys as you walk out on the porch to talk but I can hear what you say, cause your soft voice is louder then you think. So yeah you're stomping around the living room, threatening to just go back to sleep like that's going to hurt my feelings cause you're out of cigarettes. When I bought you some on Friday when you helped me with the floor, you said can I get a beer. I said if I get you a back of cigs and some beer then you're gonna be out of cigs and want more. He's like nah I'll make em stretch. I rolled my eyes and said yea you're gonna be out and you're gonna be a bitch. And here we are Sunday afternoon, you're bitching and complaining, you're bitching about it on facebook too. You deleted my comment I left while I was at work about how you need to get your priorities straight and remember you don't have a job. Then you jumped my ass when I got home and was getting in the shower, did I get you some cigs?? No I didn't, I'm broke as hell. I told you the other day and you fucked yourself that's not my fault. So yeah you're acting like a total asshole and I'm looking at you like you're out of your freaking mind. So right now I'm curled up on my bed, writing this and checking my facebook page. I'm laughing inside cause you're in the kitchen washing dishes cussing up a storm because I said unless something gets done here when I get paid tomorrow you'll still be out of cigs. And you know I'm not playin, we've been through this before. Fucking hilarious isn't it.
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