Hotel Motel Holiday Inn

So my weekend was rather eventful. I left for Bloominton Friday afternoon. Got into a wreck in Bloomfield. A white camaro without break lights stopped suddenly in front of me. So I tried to stop and went around him only to find two huge dogs running across the interstate. So I hit one of them and then got rear-ended. Didn't notice any damage until I got to Liz's. Fuck it. Hung out with Liz and Raedy. Went to La Charreada. Had a mucho marga-retard Yummy. Got a small alien. Went to see Hulk that night with Liz, JD, and Chris. Not bad not bad. Watched the IU porn. Could someone comment to this and leave the name of that porn. I know someone who is interested in buying a copy. Saturday I participated in Liz's study. Ate more, watched more movies. Chris came back from someone's wedding. Then pussed out and went to sleep. Went home Sunday afternoon without getting to see any of you pixy ass bitches that I call my friends. Just kidding. Had a good ride home with a wonderful soundtrack provided by Liz. Thank you so much for going totally out of your way and saving me so much time and money. I really appreciate your thoughtfulness!!!!!
Hmmm then I went to work on Monday with a horrible earache and a sore throat. Looked down my throat with my awesome penlight to see:
1) a swollen tongue with blood coming out of pores that I didn't know existed.
2) white patches all over my huge tonsils.
3)a black spot on my left tonsil.
4) brown stuff that I coughed up.

What the hell. Do I have Ebola now? Note that I just got finished with my antibiotics on Friday from Strep throat. I guess I just pissed it off. So I went to the doctor today and called myself off work. Got more antibiotics and a threat that if this doesn't go away that I will be sent to an ENT doctor to get my tonsils ripped out.

So now I'm stewing in my room in order to prevent any more fights with my housemates that seem to think that this is a hotel. Somone ate all of my fucking cereal. I woke up this morning not really wanting cereal until I saw the box in the trash. And then one of Cindy's sons bitched at me for waking him up to early when I kicked the couch really hard to ask him where the fuck my cereal was. Are you serious? No one told or asked you to move in here. You have your own fucking room at your grandma's house. You fucking ungrateful piece of shit. My dad cannot pay for me, my uncle, cindy, her 3 sons, and 3 dogs. Him and I are the only one's that have jobs. Cindy gets shitty everytime my dad says that he has no money. He doesn't. Get a goddamn job and pay for your own cigarettes and vet bills. shit. I think dad is going to go on strike, he mentioned only buying $30 worth of groceries next week. Since he got food 2 days ago and the boys came home with the munchies and ate it all last night.

Well I better go stomp around the house and slam more doors.