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I am so pissed. My dad is such an asshole. I reinjured my back today. So tonight I'm thinking, oh maybe I can be in bed before 2am for the first night in a week. But noooo. Before I even get a chance to do what I need to do he comes running in wanting to look at home based businesses, at 11 fucking pm. I was like, whatever, and did it, only because it was for me. Then he's all "Oh that ones for me." "That's actually for me." FOR EACH AND EVERY ONE!
Then there's this one, for him of course, where it sends you the information as an e-book. and I'm like "It costs, plus it doesn't even mail it to you, it sends it as an e-book and you don't have a computer to read it on." and he's like yeah I do, this one.
I'm thinking to myself, "LIKE FUCKING HELL YOU DO YOU MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE. Looking up stuff, fine, the occasional resume, letter or fax cover, great. You do pay for Road Runner after all. But tying up my computer for some stupid ass rip off second work from home bullshit? NO. You have a job. I don't. PLUS IT'S MY FUCKING COMPUTER! I BOUGHT IT! MYSELF! ALL FUCKING MINE THE GODDAMN ASSHOLE!"
Now, there's so much rage flowing through me I'm crying and LITERALLY shaking.
Then there's this one, for him of course, where it sends you the information as an e-book. and I'm like "It costs, plus it doesn't even mail it to you, it sends it as an e-book and you don't have a computer to read it on." and he's like yeah I do, this one.
I'm thinking to myself, "LIKE FUCKING HELL YOU DO YOU MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE. Looking up stuff, fine, the occasional resume, letter or fax cover, great. You do pay for Road Runner after all. But tying up my computer for some stupid ass rip off second work from home bullshit? NO. You have a job. I don't. PLUS IT'S MY FUCKING COMPUTER! I BOUGHT IT! MYSELF! ALL FUCKING MINE THE GODDAMN ASSHOLE!"
Now, there's so much rage flowing through me I'm crying and LITERALLY shaking.