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Ohhhh man. When I go home this weekend, shit's gonna hit the fan. And mixed in with that shit will be mangled bits of flesh and bone that may or may not resemble my body. May, or may not, depending on how badly mutilated I've been before fan meets flesh....
Last night was the precursor to an all-out war with my father. It ended with me saying goodbye to everyone in the house, including the cats -- everyone, that is, except for him. This minor, all-too-normal spat escalated into an extravaganza of angry word-exchange when he IMed me today, and I told him how I really feel. I almost feel bad, because I think that originally his IM was some sort of attempt at an apology, but it was not nearly enough, and the way he put it was still implying that I was wrong. Wrong, of course, is the only way I've ever been in his eyes.
Anyone interested in harboring an estranged waitress in Marlton for the weekend? I might very well need to find sanctuary for a few days....
Last night was the precursor to an all-out war with my father. It ended with me saying goodbye to everyone in the house, including the cats -- everyone, that is, except for him. This minor, all-too-normal spat escalated into an extravaganza of angry word-exchange when he IMed me today, and I told him how I really feel. I almost feel bad, because I think that originally his IM was some sort of attempt at an apology, but it was not nearly enough, and the way he put it was still implying that I was wrong. Wrong, of course, is the only way I've ever been in his eyes.
Anyone interested in harboring an estranged waitress in Marlton for the weekend? I might very well need to find sanctuary for a few days....