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I hate my dad. Actually I hate him so much I no longer want to call him my dad, I think i'll just call him Jim, ot his face preferably.
I dont' see what the difficulty is in seeing why I want to leave August 20th when the first day to check in the apartment is August 20th. Why in the world I would want to leave on the 22nd is beyond me.
Just because Jim needs to listen to his big boobed bimbo shoudln't mean that he should neglect his kids. This was teh only fucking thing he was suppoesd to do for me this summer. How hard is it to get a day of work when he makes his own damn schedule.
I knew when I was five I hated him, in fact that's pretty much all I ever wrote in my journals.
I hate him for not just messing up my school year but also for that whole messing up my entire family thing
I dont' see what the difficulty is in seeing why I want to leave August 20th when the first day to check in the apartment is August 20th. Why in the world I would want to leave on the 22nd is beyond me.
Just because Jim needs to listen to his big boobed bimbo shoudln't mean that he should neglect his kids. This was teh only fucking thing he was suppoesd to do for me this summer. How hard is it to get a day of work when he makes his own damn schedule.
I knew when I was five I hated him, in fact that's pretty much all I ever wrote in my journals.
I hate him for not just messing up my school year but also for that whole messing up my entire family thing