I hate double standards
So I'm not supposed to go to Durnad at all during my break. Bob got pissed today because I didn't clean my room. Well, I did, but I cleaned it just as well as Jeff did his, and I thought that must have been pretty well, since the little shit got ten dollars. This sucks. Mom's not supposed to take me to Durand, or let me borrow the car for the entire fucking break. The more I think about it, the less concerned I am though. Even if I don't get to be in town tomorrow night, I'll be there by friday or saturday for sure... I think bob said that just cause he was pissed. But then again, he's not the kind of guy to say "I was just mad, you can go." He'll stick by his word cause he's a proud fucker. Ahh well... We'll see how much shit I can pump down his throat before he gets sick of me... maybe it'll be "shipping me off to Durand." rather than "grounding me from Durand."