Happy Valentines Day to me..
Apparently I can't have a job unless it's on my father's terms. I have to go work today and he's all "I'll get you up at 9 and we'll go." meaning "be ready at 9." So where am I at 9? Getting ready. Where is he at 9? In the bloody shower for fifteen damn minutes. So I go to him downstairs with all my stuff, in a good friggin' mood by the way. and I'm like "Okay, ready to go?" and he's like "NO!!!!! NOT RIGHT NOW! I HAVE LAUNDRY IN THE WASH!" Big freakin' deal. It will still be here when we get back. Plus he didn't have to cop an attitude. Jesus Christ, he wonders why I hate him and am so mean all the time. Did he ever stop and think that maybe he's the problem? Nooooooo. He's too holy than thou for that.