WOW 2 bitch posts about my dad in the same week. That just shows how much he manages to annoy me and piss me off. But if anything I have reason to be pissed with him. He acts like we have a whole bunch of money whenever it comes to stuff that he wants but when it comes to stuff that I actually need, like a durable binder that doesn't break after 2 months or a punching bag so that I'm not running around the house breaking shit I can't get it. Or I have to ask for it for my birthday. I mean all year there's stuff that I want and I normally just wait for my birthday to ask for it. My dad on the other hand acts like a little five year old except he's worse because he has a credit card he can use. Yesterday I'm at the store with him, sadly, and we need to buy clipboards for my mom. He says he wants to also look at the computers because for some reason he needs to be able to not get up and walk 5 yards to a computer that's behind where he wastes all day. And I know him well enough to know that he will go and buy a computer without telling anyone. Over the summer I would come downstairs and see some of the most retarded shit. A dog bed when we don't have a dog yet, a flagpole cause he has respect for what I personally consider one of the shittiest countries in the world hidden under a thin veil, and he just keeps buying stuff. I mean like seriously, WHAT THE FUCK!. We don't have a dog yet, but he ordered one online without anyone knowing, and he's already spent about 100 bucks on it. Oh did I mention yet, he wants a dog cause he's lonely and too lazy to get a job. He says he can't handle one when that's bullshit, he wants a fuckin dog. He doesn't want to do shit for it. I know him, he won't admit it but I know him. And because I know him I had to crush his little fucking dream yesterday because I'm not going to take care of some mutt I didn't ask for. I would love a dog, but I don't want to have to put in the work to take care of it. And a man who doesn't even brush his teeth, barely showers, and sleeps all day thinks he can handle a dog. FUCK NO! He could probably barely handle a goldfish. But yesterday I stormed out and went home cause I live down the street from the stupid store I was at and when I got home I just started breaking his stuff. Cause apparently we have a whole bunch of money it shouldn't matter right? WRONG! Cause we fucking don't. But my dad won't admit that he's being a stupid shit and decided to stick by this retarded excuse "It doesn't concern you." And I beg to differ. Anything that happens that can affect me concerns me. And knowing my dad, he's probably spending so much money on himself he's taking it from my brother's and my own bank account. Anything that involves spending money in the house concerns me.And now he's mad that I broke stuff that we don't need and he stupidly bought already and thinks I need to buy a new one for him. Well FUCK HIM! I'm not paying for shit. It's not my fault he wastes money on this shit. And if he tries to make me pay for a new one I will honestly bitch slap him. If he buys new ones I'm breaking those too though cause I already told him we don't need them cause he's canceling that order for a dog. I'm not so much worried about the wasted money, but trust me I am, as much as I'm worried about the dog's health. It's not healthy for them to suffer no human interaction all day, especially since it's a puppy. And he doesn't want to walk it and doesn't think he has to which is a load of shit. Most of all, and biggest reason, he's going to sleep all day, something he won't admit to, and let the dog starve. Even if he did walk it though or was up to feed it it wouldn't matter. If he walked it he wouldn't even take it that far and can't bend down to pick up it's shits easily. And I'm not going to take it for him, cause he's going to push it off on me. And after I shouted at him for about 6 months worth of built up aggression put through on him being stupid on a few things I think he started to come to terms with reality. Like dreams are something that can get done in reality, they can be crazy but they still have enough of a reality in it. He wasn't thinking it through. But he just sat there like he was dying, and he was pouting I know it and didn't want to admit that he was wrong. I had to crush it though. Before he spends 1200 dollars cause he's too lazy to do stuff. He said he wanted a laptop to write his books while he's waiting for us in the car. Yeah right, he's a bad writer and anything he can write about would be too generic to become published. When I told him that he just got one of those faces that says that he's realizing it. I think I just threw him into a depression but I honestly don't care. He wastes space to me. And because of all this shit it's become hard to even care for him a little bit. And Blue, you call this courage. 5 years ago I was fighting with my parents almost every week and "ran away" about 3 times. Around 2 years ago I decided to keep my head cause my mom was working at the same school we went to. I don't get in fights with my parents as much and had to be careful with my dad who's a crotchety waste of space and could have had his heart give out from yelling and shit. I haven't had a legit bitch fight with my dad in about 6 months. About 6 months ago I started doing a harder routine for weight lifting also. I always fight with my mom, she acts stupid but isn't as worthless. And cause she drives me to school I can't keep fighting with her cause of that.
Monday, September 10, 2012
I Honestly Think My Dad Is A Worthless Shit
WOW 2 bitch posts about my dad in the same week. That just shows how much he manages to annoy me and piss me off. But if anything I have reason to be pissed with him. He acts like we have a whole bunch of money whenever it comes to stuff that he wants but when it comes to stuff that I actually need, like a durable binder that doesn't break after 2 months or a punching bag so that I'm not running around the house breaking shit I can't get it. Or I have to ask for it for my birthday. I mean all year there's stuff that I want and I normally just wait for my birthday to ask for it. My dad on the other hand acts like a little five year old except he's worse because he has a credit card he can use. Yesterday I'm at the store with him, sadly, and we need to buy clipboards for my mom. He says he wants to also look at the computers because for some reason he needs to be able to not get up and walk 5 yards to a computer that's behind where he wastes all day. And I know him well enough to know that he will go and buy a computer without telling anyone. Over the summer I would come downstairs and see some of the most retarded shit. A dog bed when we don't have a dog yet, a flagpole cause he has respect for what I personally consider one of the shittiest countries in the world hidden under a thin veil, and he just keeps buying stuff. I mean like seriously, WHAT THE FUCK!. We don't have a dog yet, but he ordered one online without anyone knowing, and he's already spent about 100 bucks on it. Oh did I mention yet, he wants a dog cause he's lonely and too lazy to get a job. He says he can't handle one when that's bullshit, he wants a fuckin dog. He doesn't want to do shit for it. I know him, he won't admit it but I know him. And because I know him I had to crush his little fucking dream yesterday because I'm not going to take care of some mutt I didn't ask for. I would love a dog, but I don't want to have to put in the work to take care of it. And a man who doesn't even brush his teeth, barely showers, and sleeps all day thinks he can handle a dog. FUCK NO! He could probably barely handle a goldfish. But yesterday I stormed out and went home cause I live down the street from the stupid store I was at and when I got home I just started breaking his stuff. Cause apparently we have a whole bunch of money it shouldn't matter right? WRONG! Cause we fucking don't. But my dad won't admit that he's being a stupid shit and decided to stick by this retarded excuse "It doesn't concern you." And I beg to differ. Anything that happens that can affect me concerns me. And knowing my dad, he's probably spending so much money on himself he's taking it from my brother's and my own bank account. Anything that involves spending money in the house concerns me.And now he's mad that I broke stuff that we don't need and he stupidly bought already and thinks I need to buy a new one for him. Well FUCK HIM! I'm not paying for shit. It's not my fault he wastes money on this shit. And if he tries to make me pay for a new one I will honestly bitch slap him. If he buys new ones I'm breaking those too though cause I already told him we don't need them cause he's canceling that order for a dog. I'm not so much worried about the wasted money, but trust me I am, as much as I'm worried about the dog's health. It's not healthy for them to suffer no human interaction all day, especially since it's a puppy. And he doesn't want to walk it and doesn't think he has to which is a load of shit. Most of all, and biggest reason, he's going to sleep all day, something he won't admit to, and let the dog starve. Even if he did walk it though or was up to feed it it wouldn't matter. If he walked it he wouldn't even take it that far and can't bend down to pick up it's shits easily. And I'm not going to take it for him, cause he's going to push it off on me. And after I shouted at him for about 6 months worth of built up aggression put through on him being stupid on a few things I think he started to come to terms with reality. Like dreams are something that can get done in reality, they can be crazy but they still have enough of a reality in it. He wasn't thinking it through. But he just sat there like he was dying, and he was pouting I know it and didn't want to admit that he was wrong. I had to crush it though. Before he spends 1200 dollars cause he's too lazy to do stuff. He said he wanted a laptop to write his books while he's waiting for us in the car. Yeah right, he's a bad writer and anything he can write about would be too generic to become published. When I told him that he just got one of those faces that says that he's realizing it. I think I just threw him into a depression but I honestly don't care. He wastes space to me. And because of all this shit it's become hard to even care for him a little bit. And Blue, you call this courage. 5 years ago I was fighting with my parents almost every week and "ran away" about 3 times. Around 2 years ago I decided to keep my head cause my mom was working at the same school we went to. I don't get in fights with my parents as much and had to be careful with my dad who's a crotchety waste of space and could have had his heart give out from yelling and shit. I haven't had a legit bitch fight with my dad in about 6 months. About 6 months ago I started doing a harder routine for weight lifting also. I always fight with my mom, she acts stupid but isn't as worthless. And cause she drives me to school I can't keep fighting with her cause of that.
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