Dammitwheeler.com

This was written while I was waiting for my mother to come get me. This was probably about two weeks ago. I thought I had deleted it, guess not. Anyways enjoy.

For someone to be as consistently late as my mother is, you would probably think that she hates me. We agree on a 830 start time and its already 921 with no sign of her even being alive. How is it possible for a person to be this late for everything? My guess is a total lack of responsibility, selflessness, and understanding for what others need. I don’t ask anything else from my mother except that she is on time. As the clock still keeps ticking past 830 and on to926; I look out my window and there is still no sign of her. Could it be that I am the one that lacks selflessness or understanding? Maybe I have a problem not believing that someone can consistently have an excuse for being an hour late. Is that a flaw in my personality or am I just as frustrated with this as any other normal human would be?

It is now 933; I have counted eleven different cars go by my house with the same hope that it will change into my mother’s car. All attempts to reach her end with the same result as if I was asking her to be on time. As 940 rolls over to 941 I begin to wonder if she does this because she hates me and wants to see me bothered by her lack of responsibility. I mean come on; I talked to her last night and made it clear that our rendezvous time would be 830 at my house.

The reason for our rendezvous was to go get my son from his other grandmother’s house before 10 because they were going to mass at 1030. This information carries no bearing with my mother. 1- she hates my son’s other side of the family and 2- she doesn’t see what I need as important. So yet again because I am dependent on my mother to get out to go pick up my son, it is I and not her that looks like a total irresponsible ass with no regard for the ex’s family. That is probably what upsets me the most is that even when I try really hard to get back in their good graces it seems impossible when my mother is involved. There it goes 1002; I am now officially late by normal people standards. It would be 1025ish if I were to leave my home right now and speed over to the ex’s house. My only hope is that maybe just maybe all my clocks are an hour fast or that she has already gone and picked my son up.

I think it would be fair to say that I have now stepped over into the anger category. There is a certain transformation coming over me now that I can only describe a Hulk like. My green shirt that I have on only makes that seem more possible. It is now clear to me what I need to do. I must let my inner Hulk out and DESTROY THIS WOMAN WHEN SHE ARRIVES! Unless of course she has my son.

I am now in full belief that the world revolves around my pain and suffering. Take this for example, I promise you guys that I will be updating with new videos now that my computer was fixed and what happens, my power converter detaches from my motherboard. ????? Why? Maybe it’s a giant Russian conspiracy to keep me down or maybe its all that karma catching up to me. All I want to do is bring quality entertainment to America. There are just forces out there that seem to think otherwise. If only I could raise enough dough to bring back Dammitwheeler.com to its old gleam and shimmer.