Tuesday, November 25, 2008

My Dad

He's so good at not being there for me when he's there for me. Thanks for giving up on reaching your real family, I'm sure the girlfriend and her kids are enough to handle for now. At least my siblings and I aren't complete fuck-ups. At least he helped me with the car trouble that one time..
But how long did it take for him to find the time to call us and invite us over to spend the weekend listening to The Bitch just bitch, 'cause it's all she ever does. I can't stand it anymore, I'm through with her. Dad, I don't know you put up with it all. I can't tell if you're just thick-headed or the most tolerant individual I know.
But thanks for the computer speakers, they work great.

And now I have to drive up the hill to Ahwahnee. I have to work at 7AM so I'd rather traverse 25 minutes than 65. Should be okay though, I like working.

And I get to see my mom, step-dad, siblings and dog. So yaaay. (by the way I started my period today and I feel like a total bitch.)

"vintage white sands"
by Brett Weston.

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