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This is just completely unreal. My father's birthday is Wednesday, I worked today and I work tomorrow and Wednesday and my mom's too busy and my brother's too inconsiderate and I don't know WHEN I'm going to bake his cake and buy his gifts; I am broke and I don't particularly want to go out of my way for him right now anyway but I will come up with something.
I just made dinner out of thin air. Your applause, please. (I skipped dance class to do it)
And this is completely ridiculous. GO TO EFFING SCOTLAND, DAD; YOU PAY FOR YOUR EFFING PLANE TICKET, I'LL PAY FOR THE GROCERIES!
At least he'll be gone.
For those of you who have never seen it, this is Katrina's angry face.
I appreciate my mother and my aunts and my uncle Larry. They've all been super great. God, this is weird. I wish I could be more like Patrick, some times. He could always "do what needs to get done" and block out all the mental noise. I suck at doing that. You know, who the fuck cares if it is all unfair and if I'm so mistreated, yadda yadda yadda; it's what has to get done. Somebody has got to do it. If it isn't me, it doesn't get done and my mom freaks out. Today: case in point. I go to work and come home, and my da and bro are sitting on their asses and the place is a sty and there's nothing planned for dinner. The women get in from visiting grandpa and my mom walks into the kitchen and bursts into tears.
Suck it up &c. Get to do it all over again tomorrow. I'm going straight from work to the grocery store. How am I going to pay for groceries? I'll have nightmares about that, I'm sure. At least in Austin, it was only $ for one. My father and brother effectively constitute four very picky garbage disposals. Where does all the food GO?!
("Oooh, brownies! NO FROSTING?!")
AH. Ok. THE END! Time to go drive very fast.
I just made dinner out of thin air. Your applause, please. (I skipped dance class to do it)
And this is completely ridiculous. GO TO EFFING SCOTLAND, DAD; YOU PAY FOR YOUR EFFING PLANE TICKET, I'LL PAY FOR THE GROCERIES!
At least he'll be gone.
For those of you who have never seen it, this is Katrina's angry face.
I appreciate my mother and my aunts and my uncle Larry. They've all been super great. God, this is weird. I wish I could be more like Patrick, some times. He could always "do what needs to get done" and block out all the mental noise. I suck at doing that. You know, who the fuck cares if it is all unfair and if I'm so mistreated, yadda yadda yadda; it's what has to get done. Somebody has got to do it. If it isn't me, it doesn't get done and my mom freaks out. Today: case in point. I go to work and come home, and my da and bro are sitting on their asses and the place is a sty and there's nothing planned for dinner. The women get in from visiting grandpa and my mom walks into the kitchen and bursts into tears.
Suck it up &c. Get to do it all over again tomorrow. I'm going straight from work to the grocery store. How am I going to pay for groceries? I'll have nightmares about that, I'm sure. At least in Austin, it was only $ for one. My father and brother effectively constitute four very picky garbage disposals. Where does all the food GO?!
("Oooh, brownies! NO FROSTING?!")
AH. Ok. THE END! Time to go drive very fast.