I think that the next few days are going to be complete hell. I was told by Mom that Sean, her boyfriend, was planning on quitting smoking today. About fucking time really. I hate having to hear him every morning going around the house sounding like he's going to cough up a lung. It's gross. I'm sure he's going to be a major asshole to everyone for days now. Who knows, maybe he'll be a nicer person once he's quit. My aunt went from being a major bitch to a rather nice person when she was forced to quit. However, I wouldn't count on Sean being any nicer. He'll either remain the same, or be even more of an asshole. At least I won't have to hold my breath when walking past him anymore if he quits.
I've no idea how many people do that as well. I really can't stand the smell of people who smoke. When passing a smoker on the street or whatever, I usually hold my breath for a moment and quickly pass by, just so I won't have to inhale the smell of their cigarettes.
There goes THAT plan. 5 hours of no smoking. He seems to think that's like a major accomplishment. He was getting in a bad mood, from what I overheard him saying to Mom on the phone, so he went and smoked. Told her he made it to 10:00, and that's good, isn't it? Personally, I don't think so. I think it's pathetic. It's not even a major feat. I think most smokers could stop for about 5 hours. It's nothing.
Honestly, I think that I could make him quit smoking, just as I did to my aunt. Unfortunately, I think he'd eventually work out who it is destroying his stuff, then my siblings and I will get a major lecture from Mom (or Sean) for doing that. I guess he'll never quit, and you know what's funny? When I started writing this entry, I was thinking to myself "He doesn't have the willpower to quit. I'm sure he'll eventually give up trying to quit and start smoking again.". So, I'm not really that surprised. I KNEW he couldn't last long. I thought the maximum he would last was one day, although, that was a bit of a stretch.
This one quote from the chatroom I was in reminded me of something I saw this morning while I was out doing my sister's paper route.
biiitches be changin names like they change there undies
After delivering a paper to one house, I was walking down a pathway to get back to the road again, and there were a pair of yellow lacey panties laying about halfway down the pathway. As I usually do, while walking alone, I thought to myself, outloud "What the hell? What happened here last night?". Seriously, why would there be a pair of lacey panties laying in the middle of a public pathway? Did someone decide to have sex there? Did someone toss them out the window of one of the nearby houses? Were they dropped? How bizarre.
More disappointment for me. I called about a job (bar staff) at a pub in town. Not too long after, Mom explained to me that someone I know is the owner of the place. So, I called back and asked if I could talk to him. I was told he was busy and that I should call back later. I call back three hours later, and I managed to get ahold of him. However, I found out that the job isn't available anymore. Now, if the person who got it is Mom's boyfriend, I'm gonna be majorly angry.
He assumed I'd gone downstairs to call the Job Center to make an appointment to claim unemployment. Mom explained to him that I was calling about a job at the pub, and Sean told her if I don't call about it, he will. 30 minutes after that, he made a call about bar staff to someone...either the job I was asking about, or one out at where Mom works. I'm gonna be real upset if it's the one I was gonna try for because I badly need a job. I'm sick of hearing that I should claim unemployment. I decided to look up the place I fear going, to see if it's still around, and apparently, it is. That makes it a definite "NO!" to claiming unemployment. It's not like the money will be for me...just for him and Mom...but I reckon all for him so he can continue to smoke and hack up a fucking lung. I wish he fucking WOULD hack up a lung. It would be a lot fucking nicer around here if he was fucking dead!
Anyway, I think tomorrow I'm going to have to, once again, hide in town before Mom gets home. If I don't, I'm never gonna hear the end of it from Sean until Mom leaves to go shopping...or whatever it is she's doing. Now I've just gotta hope the weather is nice. Joy.
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