It's 7:13AM. I haven't slept yet. And I can hear my dad through the vent doing his "pirate voice".

*dies of laughter*

If I were to make a sim of him, he'd so be a bathtub pirate.

Two anecdotes:

1. If I have ever wondered where part of my own paranoia comes from, it definitely came from Dad. Every time we're in separate rooms, e.g. I'm in the kitchen and he's in his room, he always has to peek out of his room and call, "Is that you?" to make sure I'm not some random burglar making a sandwich. Or some such. Though, this ( Read more... )

Dude, I so owe my dad for being awesome. Joey's mother invited us over to dinner, and at seeing my face dad's like: "I'll tell her you're out with friends." Oh goddess, thank you, THANK YOU!

So I've had a fairly eventful weekend. I helped some friends pick out paint for their new place, though I unfortunately didn't much help in the actual caulking and painting. (I'm useless for things like that, though I convinced my dad to give me the caulking gun and try it, and found I actually liked that part of the job, not that he'd give it up ( Read more... )

Okay, I'm going to be heading to bed here in a second, but I thought I would post a quick update before doing so ( Read more... )