ugh!

May 18, 2007 03:57

i just don't get it. my dad is such a fucking jerk. im supposed to be getting new windows, and he told me this before i left and he told me on the 9th that "next weekend you're getting new windows so take some crap out of your room" ok... i'll be back well before that next weekend so i didnt do anything so im trying to pack to leave for philly and hes practically screaming at me about not moving anything and insits that it THIS weekend now ( which woulda been the 12-13th) so instead of getting a nap so that i can DRIVE at 5am after jons been driving i take a bunch of crap out of my room and try to get myself finished with packing and taking the majority of the things downstairs. so i got as much done as i could and was still moving shit when jon pulled up to leave and i wasnt ready. DUH. so while im trying to get stuff done my dad hollers down from his room, and wants me to get him a cheeseburger! ok... whatever, im not ready yet so i send jon to go get him one. you'd think that that would be something he'd remember for more than 3 seconds.

after i leave and have a hell "vacation" i get home and he yells at me about the damn dishes! WTF WAS HE DOING WHILE I WAS GONE! theres a full sink full and the counters, stove, and table are all dirty - yet he SCREAMS at me if i dont do them, but he doesnt bother and yells at me about them after i get back. FUCK! honestly! i tryto be nice and i just get nowhere. I even bought him a bag of cherry cordial creme hershey kisses - which he ate in less than 12 hours- and so ive been in a crap mood today. but im trying to get over it cuz i get to go see shrek the third tonight which ive been wanting to see. the only thing dad says to me all damn day is to get my room done, HELLO! i WILL AFTER MY FUCKING MOVIE! they KNOW im going and HAVE known and that means ill be up all night fixing my room so that it's DONE.

I get back from my movie and im STILL in a crap mood, and that fucking bastard has THROWN all of the stuff that was on my floor onto my bed. including dirty laundry, and the fucking dog piillow that he KNOWS is fucking dirty. AND everything else was covered in a layer of dust, so thanks to him even if i cleaned all of that crap off - i'd still not be able to sleep in my bed because of the fucking dust, since im allergic to it. Everything on my bed now has to be re-washed and crap.

Im not moving a fucking thing off my bed. if he wants to be an asshole i'll be one too!

You'd think i'd get a LITTLE bit of decency from him since i tried so fucking hard to be nice to him. i quit. he fucking hates me so im not doing anything for him anymore!
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