oh my god! we're having a fire! sale...
oh christmas...
well, i watched my brother get drunk and try to drive on christmas eve. oh, and also crash his car on the way to the christmas eve candle lighting service. oh, and also lie about it to my parents , who actually own the car that he crashed, about how the car was damaged. oh, and also confess to my parents that he was going to lie about his new year's eve plans so he could shack up with a married chick in a hotel room in philly. oh, and also admit that he had gambling and alcohol problems which he didn't intend to do anything about. oh, and also i spent a week knitting him a scarf because i didn't have enough money to buy him a present so i made him one, and he just "forgot" to buy presents for everyone else in the family including his own son. so yeah, this one should go down in the books.
it broke my heart to see my mom cry on christmas eve and say "worst christmas ever". her father just died last week, and her son is a shmuck who doesn't appreciate any of the nice stuff she and dad do for him, you know, like letting him live in their house rent free, do his laundry, babysit his child any time he wants to hang out with his friends, buy his car when he's too poor to pay for it becaus he blows all his money on alcohol and gambling, crash cars that don't actually belong to him (this is the third car he has crashed... all three of them have belonged to my parents...) yeah. this is getting a little old.
speaking of getting a little old. my dad is selling my car. without asking me. again. for the third time.
but hey, it's not so bad. last night we watched the ball drop on tv, then listened to death cab for cutie's "new year" at 12.01 which i thought everyone would still be listening to because it's such an amazing song, but apparently death cab is just passe and no longer cool. oh well, it was a good way to start the new year i think.
so... happy new year.
well, i watched my brother get drunk and try to drive on christmas eve. oh, and also crash his car on the way to the christmas eve candle lighting service. oh, and also lie about it to my parents , who actually own the car that he crashed, about how the car was damaged. oh, and also confess to my parents that he was going to lie about his new year's eve plans so he could shack up with a married chick in a hotel room in philly. oh, and also admit that he had gambling and alcohol problems which he didn't intend to do anything about. oh, and also i spent a week knitting him a scarf because i didn't have enough money to buy him a present so i made him one, and he just "forgot" to buy presents for everyone else in the family including his own son. so yeah, this one should go down in the books.
it broke my heart to see my mom cry on christmas eve and say "worst christmas ever". her father just died last week, and her son is a shmuck who doesn't appreciate any of the nice stuff she and dad do for him, you know, like letting him live in their house rent free, do his laundry, babysit his child any time he wants to hang out with his friends, buy his car when he's too poor to pay for it becaus he blows all his money on alcohol and gambling, crash cars that don't actually belong to him (this is the third car he has crashed... all three of them have belonged to my parents...) yeah. this is getting a little old.
speaking of getting a little old. my dad is selling my car. without asking me. again. for the third time.
but hey, it's not so bad. last night we watched the ball drop on tv, then listened to death cab for cutie's "new year" at 12.01 which i thought everyone would still be listening to because it's such an amazing song, but apparently death cab is just passe and no longer cool. oh well, it was a good way to start the new year i think.
so... happy new year.