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I'm writing this right now even though I need to piss right now. But I'm PISSED OFF. Nice play on words, huh?
But yes, it's definitely time to get the fuck out of my parents' house. The weekend has been so fucking boring. My dad is still working on his case and is impossible to live with. He's annoying me and doing it on purpose (and he's said and done some really rude things to me this weekend). Not only that, but I went to wash my clothes for Chicago and he'd left mildewed clothes in the dryer. Why the fuck should I have to clean up after a 51 year old man is beyond me? Why should I have to clean up after anyone in this house? We're all adults. If you use something, PUT IT AWAY. If you eat something, don't leave the plate lying around. Apparently, though, because I'm the DAUGHTER, I'm supposed to ignore it when they leave paper towels in the sink (seriously, who DOES this?) and when my mom makes a sandwich and leaves everything she used to make said sandwich out on the counter or when my dad puts his dishes on the counter ABOVE the empty dishwasher. I'm supposed to swallow it when I get yelled at for letting a bowl dry in the sink, but it's perfectly fine when they do it. I'm supposed to clean up after their shit without being asked all damn day. I'm too fucking old to be yelled at. I'm too fucking OLD to not be able to do what I want to do when I want to do it without making bargains or being bothered because I don't FEEL like getting dressed on Sunday.
My parent's left today and I was having a lovely time ALONE. I was watching Project Runway, which I LOVE and doing my laundry for Chicago and cleaning up the kitchen when they CAME HOME. They'd only been gone for an hour or two, not even that long. As soon as my dad steps into the house, he's running to turn the television to golf. My mom is throwing food all over the counter, then yelling about the computer not working right. My happy, giddy attitude is GONE. I love my parents, but they are so damn GRUMPY all the time and it's effecting me. I can't wait to leave tomorrow. And when I come back, I'm job hunting. I will be out of here as soon as I can.
My mom and I have had the same argument seven times. And I'm exhausted. I can't do it anymore!
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