Black Cats

Lighting their tails. I love watching the fire make its way up like a snake in search of its seavered head, sparks flying. But this year there wasn't the familar scream of the Black Cat as the sparks reached its insides and made it explode. Not one pop, screech, or crackle to scare last years evil spirits away. Just a simple string of Black Cat fireworks would have done the trick, but seeing as my uncle johnny is a God damn prick who wouldn't take us to get that single string we are doomed to be consumed by last years creepy crawlly things. It wasn't a matter of money, because I still have 70 of the 75 dollars my daddy gave me plus 8 dollars in change in my piggy bank [Yeah so what if I still have a piggy bank]. Johnny just wanted to go get wasted and find him another ugly woman to stalk him two months from now. You see, to me, setting off those fire crackers is like letting lose all the tension of the year and all my self afflected stress. With each pop it's like a layer of anger, pain, and the dirt of existing is pilled away. But as if taking that away from me wasn't bad enough, my grandmother locked the front door so I couldn't go outside for my yearly starring up at sky and thinking/shouting/showing my ass session. She said she didn't want us to go outside because people were outside shooting guns, I said what's keeping the bullet from coming through the house, but logic never wins arguements. So today I'm really fucking agitated and ready to ponce on any-fucking-thing or any-fucking-one who gets in my god damn way. Whew, calm down Monique. Sorry guys.

Well, my mother is here in all her sailor tongued glory. She came with my uncle Willie to pick up my brother Domonique who stayed with us this last week. She came in screaming at my brother for not having all his clothes in his bag and crap like that. Then she had my aunt Patricia call up Kimma because Kimma took into her own hands the task of cutting Domonique's hair, that resulted in light plugs all over his head. Well, she told Kimma off, then I got on the phone and laughed at Kimma because I told her not to but she always thinks she's right [Like about putting songs on Tim's mp3 player]. She got mad. I got happy. I mean she was out having fun while me and Domonique stood around here getting screamed at so she needed a little unhappiness. Oh, my wicked wicked ways. While Ollie [my mother] and Patricia went our riding [ like teenagers] me and Domonique [ 8 years old] went outside and had a talk about our mother. He confessed to me that he hated her, but told him not to hate "her" but to hate her ways, that way he wouldn't go to hell. [I want him to be a firm believer in God] They came back and just a few minutes ago she gave me 5 dollars....What the hell am I gonna do with that? I need like 77 no make that 72 more dollars just to pay for my college class next semester and that's not including the books.

Wait let me get a bite of my Fruit Loops.....Okay, I'm back.

What else was I going to talk/write about...oh, yeah...The tsunami disaster. I can't stand that the news only cares about the American victims. They'll spend whole segments on a damn supermodel but give you five seconds about the other victims all together. I mean this is their 9-11 and they can't even have it to themselves. God. I understand why other countries hate us: We try to act like we care about others when we actually don't. I have to stop writing about this subject because I'm not good at this political stuff and I might say somethingto make myself look dumber.

Okay, Monique signing out. ^_^