The new toilet, and why life sucks.

I know that title makes no sense, but KMA So What. So moms is home from work. Turns out she took yesterday off too. I want to be at home with mom *sniff*... this shit BLOWS. Nisha took today off, and Jr. automatically has today off, so they're home too, basking in all the goodness of momma staying home: REAL food, home depot, sunshine in the house, all good shit. They're gonna have a f-in great day, and I'm stuck here having a lame ass day. I am SO sad right now. I wanna go home, dammit! Did I mention how bad this shit blows? Since she was off yesterday she decided to buy a new toilet. I have no idea why, thats just how my momma is. Home Depot and Lowes are her bestest places to shop. Some chicks dig shoes, moms has a thing for construction and power tools. So she went to the home depot and bought a toilet. Had Junior install it. This is a weird damn toilet. It kinda looks like... shit, I don't know. It's some kinda all in one thingie, like the tank isn't seperate or something. I can't call it. I stared at it for a long time trying to figure out what the deal was with this toilet, and why she bought it. She was hella happy with it though. So I acted like it was cool, because I didn't want her to have one of those crazy lady pre-menopause fits on me for insulting the toilet. I know better... fuck that. I want all my shit IN the house, not the backyard. But for reals, the shit looks... odd. It ain't ugly, but it's just different. I think I'm the only one that thinks its weird. All I know is whenever I wanted to use the bathroom, someone was in that bitch. So it must have been the most comfortable toilet ever. I wouldn't know. I was relegated to the old crappy one in the back bathroom. So today she will take on another project... one in which I can't participate... AGAIN. I am SO damn pissed. I wanna go to home depot so I can help build shit, pick out a new drill, nail gun, saw, or plant flowers, or whatever the hell she's doing thats so much more fun than what I'm doing up in here. BOOOO, dammit. Just... boo. And you know what else? They get to have hot dogs from the Hot Dog Truck by Home Depot and I can't. They're gonna get slurpees because its hot outside and they're doing construction type shit. I'm not. No slurpee for Misty. They'll probably get McGriddles this morning because as soon as I left for work I saw them heading to mommas car. The construction starts early, so you gotta eat, right? Not me. Not poor little Pooh... nope. She has to WORK. I fuckin LOVE McGriddles, man. No McGriddle for Pooh, she's gotta WORK. See, work is EVIL. Fucka job. I want to stay home with momma. And eat. And go to Home Fuckin Depot, and eat hot dogs and slurpees. Shit. This ain't fair. So yeah. Today officially sucks FLAMING HOT ASSCRACK... extra crispy style. BOOO. I guess I'd better work, since I brought my black ass up in here late as hell. So what. I was sleepy. I dont care. Everything can kiss my ass today. I must be getting PMS or something, because I swear I feel like picking a fight. I'd write a poem about it, but I don't feel like it now. The deepness has left the building, along with my common sense. You know what? Damn work. I'm going to sleep. So there. Hah.