it's not nice to wake up to my phone ringing to my mom calling me downstairs, getting mad because i can't hear her calling for me. i was asleep, i was not ignoring you. i told you to call me if you needed me. so just call me i can yeah ke$ha blaring in my ear no matter what.
but being woken up to my dad saying he'd pick me up wasn't exactly nice though. yes i'm in the wrong because i said i'd go to his house, but that was like two weeks ago, and i forgot because he never talks to me. whoops. so don't try to guilt-trip me when i say no.
said guilt-trip was that apparently grandma has been in the old folks home for close to four weeks now (last time we talked it was two and i was like 'what?') and apparently now she has no chance of leaving. because apparently a police officer found her on at least seven occasions wandering around in the dead of night in nothing but her socks. in the winter.
yeah, things i would like to know sometime around the time they happened, dad.
but mom is fucked up, my sleep schedule is fucked up, and i want to get used to this fustercluck of a shitty life now to minimize suffering later. so no i will not go visit grandma this weekend just because you want the computer fixed, mom. if you need something you can use my computer. and by use my computer i mean i will find you things on the computer so you don't mess this one up royally like the other with your stupid virus e-mails.
rp rabbit is my whole life