may 16, #4. [bob seger, "let it rock"] god damnit, why does my
asshole of a father have to be such an asshole. so i was downstairs watching
tv. the turner was sitting in his chair, but i was watching the tv. he comes
in sits down, turns the channel to someting that he could watch on any other
tv in the damn house (the show i was watching was on satellite, and the tv
downstairs is the only one that i can watch it on). i go "i was watching
that", he said, "so", "so i was watching that", "well
you’re going to be up later then i am", "so", then he sits
there just staring at me, "what", "don’t take that god damn
adittude with me", "i don’t have an adittude, i was watching that",
then i get up and walk off, and he yells at me, "GET BACK HERE AND LET’S
TALK ABOUT YOUR SHITTY ADITTUDE", "i don’t have a shitty adittude,
i was watching that", then i turn around and walk off, "well i’m
sorry you have such a shitty adittude chris." does anyone else se a fucking
pattern here. damnit i really fucking hate being home. i can’t wait tell work
starts again. damnit.