That is just Absurd

Something is quite abnormal about you guys O.o (jk jk)

Sersiouly? 28~31 pageviews respectively for saturday and sunday? I think you guys have very twisted idea of entertainment. :P
So for those of you who don't actually understand what that last blog post was about, you will remain in the darkeness because it is something I highly regret and probably shouldn't have done :P. I mean, it's great and all that, but...eeeehhhhhh it's just.... .Let's just put it at 'I'm asserting my position over certain lesser individuals *cough* Bailey *cough*'. You still prohbably won't understand what I'm talking about so I'm just going to abruptly end this parag-

Well, now that we are over the pleasantries as shared above, let's move STRAIGHT into rage mode.
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The above passage is describing the unbearable rage I feel.
I hate my life simply for the reason that my parents exist. And that most of my friends are or just don't seem to want to understand the more complex things in a social group, but that aside, seriously.
I
Hate
My
Parents.

Now repeat after me. I H M P. So what do you think gave me this sudden urge to absolutely hate about my parents over the net? Try and gues- Your time is up you failed.
Sometimes something like that happens, where the give you a question, don't wait for any time to even let me think of an answer, push me for and answer then slap me in the face because I didn't spit out an answer fast enough. And guess what happens if I say 'Give me time to think'? They give me and extre 2.5 milliseconds to think of an answer. Yipee.

And also. I have one thing I AB-SOL-OOT-LEE HHHHHHAAAAAAA888888 about my mum. Just then, I asked her 'Where is blahdeblah sauce?' and what does she do? She says 'there' without any indication as to where it is, she doesn't even look up from her cooking. She just says 'there'. To make matters more confusing, we have two fridges in our house, in rather close proximity of each other. So you can kinda tell I'd be very confuse is you just said 'there' about the sauce. And so I asked, 'where?'
And then she exploded. And blood and guts rained down allllll over the- No.  She didn't actually explode, she just went off and had a go at me for 'Not knowing where I keep the sauce when you've been told where the sauce is a hundred times!'. First of all, I REAAAAALLLLLLYYYY wanted to say Jesus christ calm the fuck down! And you can see how I would be absolutely justified to say that. See, if you've really been telling me where the fucking sauce is for a hundred times, I'm pretty sure telling me the position of the sauce for the hundred and first time is NOT THAT HARD. Seriously, I'm not asking her to tell me 'The Sauce is located in the fridge to the left side of you on x-500 y-268 and z-336 with an angled elevation of 38 degrees, and you must bend upwards 60 degrees to catch a glimpse of the top right corner of the box where the sauce is kept. I'm not asking for nay of that. I just want to know which fridge, and where in the fridge.

Fucks' Sake.

Peace out Giiiiiiirly girly girl Scouts.