bitches bitches bitch bitch

God I so fucking hate my sister Beancurd and my niece (Beancurd’s daughter) Chicken Rice. They showed up at my apartment today - uninvited - for almost the whole fucking day. I was complaining to Emily (yeah if it wasn’t my mom, I would have chased them out with a fucking broom or somethng, had to play nice… cheebye)… how could anyone be such an annoyance, to remain at somebody’s apartment for the WHOLE DAY? Like, don’t they have their own weekend plan or something? Well, I DO! My plan is to have a peaceful weekend with my infant daughter! A quality time with my family. Be with each other, shits like that. Instead? I’m getting these 2 fucktards laughing hysterically at every single thing that my Regine does. And if they’re not laughing, they’d repeat the same single digit IQ comment about how Regine resembled me… Over and over again.

“OOoooooh she looks just like her dad! [cackles like a motherfucking trollop]” - 300 over fucking times the same minute.

Guess what Einstein? SHE’S MY DAUGHTER! Get over it already! And what about my TV huh? What about it?? They’d fire up the TV when Regine’s asleep, and laugh at commercials (that’s how retarded they were). Then they’d make stupid jokes that nobody understands. And eat boisterously like pigs during lunch. And dinner. Leaving their soup bowls on the table like i have a maid or something. FUCCCKKKKK MAN!!

Sometimes, when I said how I so fucking wish I’m an orphan, I really do mean it. I don’t want the kind of relatives and siblings like mine. I can imagine how peaceful my life would be if I’m an orphan. I can start my own family with a boot just like that, and I’m going to live a life my own way, and gives no shit about nobody’s fucking opinion.