So who would have guessed that if you leave your mail on the table, unopened, because you’re studying, you are a lazy shit? Not me. But apparently I am one.
I’m so glad dad got his license back because him and I would have actually collided and the earth would have exploded. We used to get along so well and now I annoy the fuck out of him so much, apparently he has to leave the house for half the day when I’m home. Which I guess hurts my feelings but not as much as when I ask him a question and he just says yeah with a sigh, halfway through my sentence. Make it little less obvious that you’re bored with my existence?
I drove him and my grandmother to town last week and I put gas in my car of which dad paid $10 of, which I wasn’t expecting anyway so I thought it was a nice gesture. After we finished picking up what we needed, he wanted to go for a drive. Obviously I figured out we were touring on that $10 of gas that he offered up. It was no nice gesture, it was so I didn’t complain about driving around on my gas money.
We drove down some streets and looked at houses then went through VP and straight up Kent to go home. Apparently that wasn’t fun enough for him because he told mom when she got home that “we ONLY went to VP and up Kent and then she went home”.
I drove you around for 4 weeks and listened to your bitching and put up with you yelling at me and then ignoring my existence everyday at home. I talk to you and you don’t even listen, you just give me this dusgusted “why is she looking in my direction” look and say yeah. Sorry I don’t want to fucking drive around town all day because you’ll be bored at home. I have a life too.