Stop. Just... Stop. (RANT BOOK)

I May Have to Strangle You.

In a quick, estimated sum, 85 percent of you readers read my rants all the way through. That's pretty cool to me, so I'm gonna add the important question first, and then onto the rant.

Question that I really want you to answer: would you read if I made a sequel that isn't all rants but more blog-y? I know a lot of people are doing that, but I happen to have a lot of random thoughts during the day and idk. There'd still be rants bc this is my outlet. And my mother, but when she gets tired of me complaining then all I have is this. I'm probably gonna do it even if you don't read it.

Anyway onto the rant

Is it really that fucking hard to ask for food? "Hey mom, can I eat this thing that if I don't ask I'll eat it anyway but it's not meant for me?" "No dear, we're saving that" "okay"

Is that really that hard?

My brother -the older one that really needs to move out bc he's getting on my nerves- ordered chinese food, and 10 chicken-on-a-sticks idk what to call them. It's chicken. On a stick. Anyway. Three each- three for me, three for my mom,  and three for socially-inept brother. Socially-inept brother is not the one that bought the food- that's irritating brother.

anyway. I eat my three, my mom eats two, and socially inept boy comes down stairs and eats five. FIVE. Boy, what happened to fucking asking? God, it pisses me off so much.

We have frosting in the hosue for cake and when we're having a particularly shitty day so that we can have frosting and crackers at 4 am. And all of a sudden he decides that it's all for him, so he eats all of it in one night without asking.

FUCK YOU.

*is so angry* *is so done*

Also, interesting factoid, is that- dammit. I literally forgot while I was typing while I was typing it.

OH YEAH.

That if I went back and uncensored every censored wor, then my rant book would be rated R lmao