you give love a bad name, you fucking asshole
If you want to have more control over me, try having me respect you. That means less yelling and ovebearance; less waking me up before noon during summer to discuss anything related to college; less television time and more actually talking to me time.
But I guess it's too late for that. That bond was supposed to be developed some number of years ago, but you just pretty much waved absetnmindedly as those moments rolled by. I have no respect for you whatsoever and you have a lot of things coming if you think you can control me.
The next time you yell at me like that I will do everything in my power to piss you off further. You see, I know you like to believe otherwise, but this is my future we're dealing with. To some extent you are involved, but you are overstepping your boundaries.
Just stop.
*big exhale* That wasn't directed to anyone here. Unfortunately, he lives with me. Oh, how frustrating! That was supposed to make me feel better, but it didn't help at all! I want to take that stupid letter-opener and cut his tongue off!!!!!!!!!
So anyway. Bon Jovi concert was fun. Nickelback opened, that was a nice surprise. And I got to miss Ragtime practice. Whoop-de-do.
I hate waking up like this.