FUCK!
My parents suck so much. They're like, what, eleven years old? My dad's not speaking to my mom and won't tell me why. My mom called my stepmom a witch in public. My stepmom dislikes my mom so much that she's admitted the situation is affecting her feelings for me and my brother. I hate them, and they suck.
What really sucks is that I can't actually hate them, because I love them. Of course, only people you care about have the power to hurt you and all that. GRAH.
Why are they getting worse instead of better? Thank god I am leaving in August. I can't take much more of this shit... I'll hopefully be working, house-sitting, and going on day-trips all summer so I don't have to deal with my cracked-out family. I feel kinda bad for my little brother, but then, he could be less of a jackass stoner than he is. (Really, he's a smart kid, but he's burning all his motivation away and acting like he's an idiot.)
Anyway, here's some crap that cheers me up.
I'm loving this NPR podcast stuff. (Oh, and did I mention that my dad and I are going to see Ira Glass on Sunday night? I bought tickets for his birthday last week.)
Oh, boys. Honestly.