daddy dearest
There's something about talking to my dad that makes me feel marginally crappy. We got around the subject of minimum wage going up and of course I hear something about getting away from minimum wage jobs. Well, no shit. I fucking know that. That's why I'm in school, that's why I'm working my ass off and that's why don't party and that's why I pay for all of my stuff so leave me alone. Please. I would have to be retarded to think my current job is going to be acceptable five years from now. I just need to get through college and then I will find a real fucking job. Promise. Get off my ass.
It's always fucking something. If it's not my job it's the fact that I don't have a degree yet or a house or haven't done my hair up or something. Dad, I love you to death but right now you need to kiss my ass. I'm doing the best that I can so deal with it. Stop bitching at me.
Thank you.
It's always fucking something. If it's not my job it's the fact that I don't have a degree yet or a house or haven't done my hair up or something. Dad, I love you to death but right now you need to kiss my ass. I'm doing the best that I can so deal with it. Stop bitching at me.
Thank you.