Aug 22, 2004 13:18
Alright, rant ahead.
It's not good to let hate build up inside of you, you know.
I can't stand my father. I swear. He goes to the grocery store and comes home with a truckload of nothing. I'm serious, he brought home a fucking PINEAPPLE. What the hell are we supposed to do with a pineapple, eat it for lunch? He can't take the blaim for anything, and all he does is SCREAM at the TV, like the damn politicians can hear him! I'm serious. It wakes me up at night. I think his cause of death will be something like this: heartattack from ranting at TV. That is if I don't get fed up these next two years. Argh, teenage agression. He watches reality TV to be hip, Paris Hilton to observe her whore ass and Soul Train "for the music". Anyone who has seen Soul Train recently will quickly grasp that he does not watch "for the music". He feels that he cannot fix my old room until I move back into it. Which makes absolutely no sense seeing as he has to rip the fucking wall out. I'll spare you all the other reasons, manily because I'm too hungry to think.
In other, non-ranting news, I am very hungry.
I made that lovely "pineapple free zone" to make myself feel better.