As a bit of a warning, this post contains PLENTY of cussing, small text, and font manipulation (to the best of my abilities). Don't like? Dun READ.
Me: You know, I should be able to spend my hard earned money however I like to.
Him: Yes, but you should be using it for better things, like clothes and books. The reason I have a wall-to-ceiling shelf full of books is cause I want my children to read them, and some of them have.
Okay, FYI, Not everyone likes to read about space and aliens KTHXBAI
Wow
WOW
WOW
FUCKING WOW
So apparently I need PER-FUCKING-MISSION from Mister Manly-Man over what I buy with my own money?!
Dude
Seriously
Call the police
Cause I think someone stole your brain or something.
You know, today's conversation could have gone ten-times better and you could have given me ten-times less of a headache if you decided not to act like a complete ass today. Yeah, I know you're pissed, but you wanna know what, a little bit of politeness and calmness can go a crap of a long way.
Yeah, sorry. But you pissing me the fark off two nights in a row doesn't really help your standing right now. At least go down the way Mom did and talk to me calmly about it and ASK ME to stop spending money on this stuff instead of demanding it cause you have AUTHORI-TAY.
And God, I think this is one of the few times she'll actually ever ask me to do something like this calmly. Granted, she ain't happy with him lately either. <.< He's been pissy over anything and everything.
Come on, get some extrapersonal skills down or something. I shouldn't have to think that you're acting like a dick instead of like a father.
Of course though, you're just trying to protect me. Protection like a password? *rolls eyes*
I mean when you think about it, I've never done drugs. I don't drink. I don't carry around a gun or are involved in any gang related activities. Only very very rarely do I ask for money. And I've never stolen money from either of your wallets or from anyone
And yet somehow, because I've been getting packages with TOYS Y(ES TOYS. And yes, I fully know that I am not thirteen years of age. Do I give a shit? NO)
And have a password on my computer.
And do things that are different from you.
ALL OF A SUDDEN YOUR KNICKERS ARE IN A FULL OUT KNOT?!
Seriously man.
SERIOUSLY.
And then the rest of the night you act as nice as possible and as free as a bird to me...?
*sighs*
WANTED: ONE BRAIN
REWARD: THE BRAIN'S HOST @.@
Also, my hobby, or rather waste of money, doesn't involve blackening my lungs thank you very much.