Sand In My Pants

I've got sand in places sand should never be dammit. In my hair, in my shoes, in my pants, socks...bra. Yea I got sand in my freakin bra but I will spare you the details of how it all got there. Bad enough I gotta come home && de-sand but I get here && my sister has taken over my computer. Then has the nerve to ask why I get upset when you uses it. I'm like duh cause A. you have a computer && B. It's MY computer. MIne! mine. mine. mine. mine. mine. && yea so what that sounds freakin selfish but I don't freakin care because I found out the other day that my sister got a summer job. Even though my mom filled out the application && I brought the damn thing in...none of that matters. SMH && now she's using my phone. I swear I'm about to become an ultra bitch cause being nice is getting me nothing but a headache. Shit. I even have sand under my nails. Ew. I just bit some. && this just in. Apparently I just hurt my mothers feeling. Not on purpose though. Never on purpose. I guess she just doesn't like the way I hold conversations even though she sort of asked for it since she came in my room first complaining about the fact that I had no panties on. Then made a few comments about vampy. Had the nerve to actually sit there and say we don't argue && then went back to the infamous incident on May 29th. The one day I am trying like alls hell to forget && the one situation that I'm tryna cope with && vampy is tryna fix she just has to bring up && pick at. I'm rude && disrespectful right? Well if that's the truth then it's only cause I'm sick of fighting. I try to agree with you so that things go smoothly but for what if you still find something to get mad about. You say the littlest comment && I let them piss me off. I need a new coping plan && I am so happy that vampy is bringing me drinks tomorrow. I just wish I woulda got more.