I came home from school today, no biggie. Got some stuff from the fridge, my dad told me to do the dishes. OK. Do the dishes. Make some hot chocolate, go upstairs, sit down, my dad calls me down, in his usual pissy tone. OK, go downstairs. Dad's pissed up that I missed some stuff doing the dished. OK, clean 'em, dry 'em, done. Go upstairs, it down, get called downstairs by my dad again, this tme he's pissed because I on purpose of course*insert rolling eyes here* forgot to wipe down part of the counter. By now he's pissed (bored? fight! It's a gay ol' time!) and pretty pissy, so I figure I'd go upstairs and be quiet, like before, but he mention that's he's in a really bad mood, and thinks I should just get my coat and keys and go outside. wtf? Me go outside? I really didn't fell like furthering the 'conversation', so out I went. And now I'm sitting in the freaking library on Friday evening, wanting to fix my bike and ride while all my dad feels like doing is taking it out on me by making me do stupid little things (like cancel his dentist appointment) that aren't worth objecting to. GGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
-Gabe Lumintn
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