Interesting Little Tidbit of DOOM.
Heeeeey, kids! Guess what I just found out! I was recently informed by my team of top ninjas (though not really) that my dad has been reading my livejournal!! ISN'T THAT FUCKING GREAT!? NO! IT'S NOT!!! 'Cause now he knows how truely worthless and shitty he really is, and I'm sure he payed extra attention to that part in one of my recent entries where I said that I wanted him to die, and get poisoned, and have really nasty diarrhea. I can't fucking believe him. I mean, I knew he was nosey, but finding out that he's been reading my journal all along takes his noseyness and flies it to new and disturbing levels. Yes, levels so unimaginably disturbing, it makes me disturbingly paranoid. O.o
... And I just realized that he's probably going to check this later on tonight when he has this computer all to himself after this wee little panda goes to bed. That ass. I still can't belive it. And so, in case he does fucking read this, here's a subtle warning to him:
STOP READING MY FUCKING LIVEJOURNAL, YOU NOSEY-ASS SONOFABITCH.
I'm getting really sick of him, having to know about every little thing I do. Seriously, it's driving me insane.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Whatcha watchin'?"
"Whatcha drawin'?"
"Whatcha-" Blah, blah, blah. And he constantly asks both my mother and I those stupid questions. And I've asked him time and time again to please stop asking, but do you think he fucking listens to his daughter?? NO! He's a persistent little ass-tick.
And of course I do realize that on LJ, the whole point of posting is to tell people how your life is going and about things that happen to you, and your friends are liable to read it. Emphasis on the word FRIENDS. Not your PARENTS, but your FRIENDS. My father is not one whom I consider a friend, and thus I do not wish for him to read these.... Emotiional splurgings of mine. 'Cause they're personal, and I only want my friends to access them. Mmkay? Mmkay.
... And it is just now that I realize how he found my journal. It was in the Internet History. So now, after I post this, I'm going to destroy those little History-things. Boom, booooom, kapow, BOOOOSH. Muhahahaaha. >:)
... And I just realized that he's probably going to check this later on tonight when he has this computer all to himself after this wee little panda goes to bed. That ass. I still can't belive it. And so, in case he does fucking read this, here's a subtle warning to him:
STOP READING MY FUCKING LIVEJOURNAL, YOU NOSEY-ASS SONOFABITCH.
I'm getting really sick of him, having to know about every little thing I do. Seriously, it's driving me insane.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Whatcha watchin'?"
"Whatcha drawin'?"
"Whatcha-" Blah, blah, blah. And he constantly asks both my mother and I those stupid questions. And I've asked him time and time again to please stop asking, but do you think he fucking listens to his daughter?? NO! He's a persistent little ass-tick.
And of course I do realize that on LJ, the whole point of posting is to tell people how your life is going and about things that happen to you, and your friends are liable to read it. Emphasis on the word FRIENDS. Not your PARENTS, but your FRIENDS. My father is not one whom I consider a friend, and thus I do not wish for him to read these.... Emotiional splurgings of mine. 'Cause they're personal, and I only want my friends to access them. Mmkay? Mmkay.
... And it is just now that I realize how he found my journal. It was in the Internet History. So now, after I post this, I'm going to destroy those little History-things. Boom, booooom, kapow, BOOOOSH. Muhahahaaha. >:)