Apr 02, 2007 08:59
So the dreaded visit from the parents....
ugh! such jerks! I don't see the mo fos for like 4 months or something ridiculous and then when I do they just piss all over my lifestyle choice, or lack of choice. "why haven't you done this and that and this?" blah blah blah. "because father I earn about 1/17th of what you do, and last week I had to skimp on groceries (as in buy none at all) so that I could pay for electricity. oh and by the way, hows paying my brother's entire rent, phone and internet bill going for ya? thanks for the non-contribution thrown this way, even though he earns more than me at his part time job AND goes to uni, which you're also paying for!!"
I don't fucking care most of the time, you just get on with it, but when they come up here, I use my last small amount of money to buy food to cook for THEM, and they start lecturing me about being irresponsible. that is when it gets to me. its like "i'm doing the best I can here, just lay off!"
but anyway, i'm at work now, so life is sweet! (isn't sarcasm a beautiful thing?)
I do get a four day week while still getting paid for a five day one, so that's freakin awesome!! can't complain about that!
I have vowed to never drink before going to a comedy show ever again. it only makes you think you're funnier that the comedian. and NOONE likes the end of the joke ruined by the drunk girl up front. sorry mr Dave Bloustien, the first time can be forgiven, but the second, no dice!
well there's my two bob. feel free to add parental-driven angry rants!! xo