Well I had a shitty evening yesterday.
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My dad was drunk...
and being a frickin' idiot.
Around dinner time he accidently dropped a porcelain cup on my foot.
Okay, no big deal. Other than the fact that it hurt.
Then he about gave me a heart attack because he stumbled
and almost fell on his face while opening a drawer to get a fork.
>_<
After all that, we go back to the living room...
he gets all pissed off at me and attemps to lecture me,
because I "forgot to bring napkins".
I ignored that, for the most part.
Then, halfway through dinner,
he practically stabs me in the leg with his fork!
He then goes on about how he felt something crawling on his arm.
I tried to tell him that there was a pillow with tassles around it,
sitting right under his arm.
Did he listen? No, of course not.
And he almost jabbed me with his fork again a few minutes later,
for the same reason.
After dinner, I hid upstairs.
I want nothing to do with him when he's like that.
I went backstairs after he went to bed, to tell my mom I was going to bed
(it was almost 10:00 by then).
Well, she had an article to show me first. So I read that.
I finally went to go to bed about five minutes later,
and my dad come out and starts yelling at me for not being in bed by 10.
It's 10:05 by this time. Five minutes!!
I was already pissed off and irritated with him by this time.
Then he goes on about how from now on, my computer has to be shut off by 9:00.
He makes it sound as if I was staying up on my computer!
When I wasn't!!
Mom wanted to show me something.
Is that so damn wrong?
I was so pissed off by the time I went to bed,
that I couldn't even fall sleep!
And I threw one of my stuffed animals across my room.
Poor baby...
- hugs bear -
