hey everyone.
i totally didn't expect my rants to pick up so quickly and whatnot. it's barely been two hours and i've already recieved 100 hits and positive feedback? i'm glad everyone's taking my inner fury well. i should've wrote this earlier, and trust me i had the thought bottled up for a quite while. it's actually fun on my part.
also, i'm struggling between making this rated R and PG-13, because i'm pretty perverse and vulgur in here and shit. i guess i'll just wait until wattpad automatically alters it to rated R, i suppose.
your positive comments make me so happy.
soooooooooo.
bonus rant, cuz you luv me. i mean, hopefully . . .
so, my family. i just need to show you how fucking annoying they are.
[so, enter dad, stage . . . umm, north? he comes into the doorway, with mom. they're talking. the computer is set exactly by the door, like five-to-three right paces away from it. this is where cade is sitting, looking up at the sudden noise. cade picks up the conversation.]
DAD: she hasn't come back yet, so–
ME: she actually just came back.
DAD (super excitement): SHE DID? wait, who are we talking about?
ME: umm, the cat, right? she came in before you left . . .
DAD: shut the fuck up. i'm talking about your sister. goddamn.
[dad exits stage to flee to video-game centered room. mom exits stage to fuck up the couch. cade stares at nothing with a deadpan face, wondering if throwing her head against the computer screen would be enough to brutally kill her. zooms out with cade facepalming. she, herself, exits.]
like, wtf? it was an honest mistake. we lose the cat all the fucking time. all that extra bitter words and shit was not necessary. asses. smh.
and let's not forget–
[a few minutes after previous scene. dad is sitting on loveseat. mom sitting on couch. new convo.]
DAD: the service was great. . . blah blah blah . . . whatever, whatever. . .
ME: yeah, but the food was nasty and cold. i didn't have a straw for my drink, all the ice was gone, and it tasted like–
DAD: shut the fuck up, cade! you always have to find the negative shit in everything.
like wha? i hope that helps you realize why i need this rant book.
to vent about shit before i explode it to random people on the street who could care-fucking-less.
anyways, happy about the positive feedback and hits. love you.
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Humordisclaimer: i wrote in this when i was 13 years old, so it will be unfunny, cringy, and outlandish. that's just who i am baby. you have been warned.
