Ice Cream Trucks
So today is when I have my supposed belated birthday party. I'm kinda excited, but mostly just frinked off about it. So yesterday I call my dad, and we've been planning this crap for like what?weeks? And he starts pretending that I never told him anything about it. And then he curses me out, I curse him out, he tells me that if I curse him out one more time he's not even going to show up today, and I curse him out again and hang up on him.
And then, to make it worse, when my face is all blotchy because my dad was being a total bastard about it, my mom walks in and asks me why I keep believing that he'll do anything. And this morning, he calls me while I'm in the shower, and he leaves a voicemail like, "Hey, I'll come around 1." What kinda fucking BS is that?
I hope he gets run over. With a truck. Or an ice-cream truck. With 'ORANGE' as the license plate.
And then, to make it worse, when my face is all blotchy because my dad was being a total bastard about it, my mom walks in and asks me why I keep believing that he'll do anything. And this morning, he calls me while I'm in the shower, and he leaves a voicemail like, "Hey, I'll come around 1." What kinda fucking BS is that?
I hope he gets run over. With a truck. Or an ice-cream truck. With 'ORANGE' as the license plate.