Jul 20, 2011 23:10
Yesterday:
Dad said he'd write a theme song for me some time back. He told me that every timme he writes it it ends up mean and about all the dorky stuff I do. Lesson learned from this: If I ever get married he is not to give a speech at the wedding.
Today:
Dad and I went to Walmart to get his eyes checked. Good news his eyes are fine he just needed to get some readers which he says I will never see him in, I know I will. Because he will need to read something in front of me that very important and need to bust them out. He's happy now that he can read stuff again.
Bad news. As he got out of the office the Dr. asked him where his wife was he said "Gone infedently for now but we're going to work it out."
FUCKING HATE THIS! It makes me SICK, SICK, SICK!!! I hate how disappointed I am in him for being such a fucking...there isn't even a word for it. fuuuuck,