parents suck
i think my father needs to get a life, he has too much free time on his hands. and im about ready to bash his head in because of it. yesterday he had the nerve to call me (thank you steve... he tried to "stop by" because of this on wednesday) anyway he wants me to go to the doctor to get put on a diet. what nerve... every few months he tries telling me that i'm going need to go on a diet before my weight causes heal problems. i think the thing that pisses me off the most is ya i could understand if i was gaining alot of weight but im not, im the same weight i have been for months. i tell you he is damn lucky that he didnt come here and start saying this shit. im not really sure what i would have done. i even told him bluntly the reason i didnt weigh that much when i lived there. most of you know that was because i wasnt eating. but he chose to ignore that fact so that he could make his point. and now apparently he is going to start in on jerry about getting a safer job. because he doesnt like the fact that jerry works sometimes in Newark and Sometimes in the city. that paranoid fuck is afraid that jerry is going to get killed, mugged or get his car stolen. Come on he sets up play backgrounds in theaters, how bad of neighborhoods could he be in? my father really needs to get the fuck out of our lives and get his own. what is he trying to make up for all those years where he never acted like a father? i didnt need his advice or hounding then, why would i now?