you assholes need to update your journals.

regardless of how pathetic and unentertaining your lives are in words (perhaps through lack of writing skill or just lack of life), i actually enjoy reading them. anastasia, you're off the hook. everyone else deserves a slap on the face with a meat cleaver.

i had to wake up ridiculously early today (7:45 -- fuck you working people, i know you wake up earlier) so i could go with my dad to buy furniture for my room in chico. of course he turned it into a trip for himself, which is why i had to wake up early. we had to go see his loan officer to help him get a loan on the house to help pay pills because well obviously, not enough money is being made by both my parents to pay for the house and other bills.

10:30-12:30. i've sat for two hours listening to them talk about shit that...doesn't concern me. one thing that pisses me off the most is when people (my dad especially) drag me somewhere to wait on them while they do something totally unrelated to...me. "oh thanks for taking me on this car trip"

even better. he patronized the shit out of my face. thanks for making me feel like an adult. "TEE HEE, THIS IS MY SON, SPIKE! HAW HAW HAW, GET IT, IT'S HIS HAIRCUT!!!"

i often wonder if my dad was beat up enough in school.

so seven penises later and we get a nightstand/endtable thing for my room. but no dresser. why? because we can't find one at the thrift stores. ehhh darn. let's buy a new one... NO. I'M TOO CHEAP A BASTARD MAHAHAA!

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