So the other day, I'm sitting at my computer like I always do, not a care in the world. When all of a sudden out of the boring silence, I hear the squealing of tires and this loud ass explosion! Someone wrecked into my backyard, and took out the corner of our fence, the stop sign, AND the road signs...Some stupid mother fucker lost control of his car...But has left me with this wonderful story.
So the jist of the story...Some idiot almost murdered me...and it's kind of funny...
I think it's funny how people just won't let things die. They think they know but have absolute no fucking idea. You apologize to someone for something you didn't do in the first place, because you feel bad but how do they repay you? They fucking start shit up...AGAIN. Never again bitches...never again.
Another thing. Yesterday was my Dad's birthday. Did I call him? No. Did I send him a card? No. Did I want to? No. I felt NO urge to pick up the phone to wish him a Happy Birthday, no urge to pick up a pen and be like "Hope your day was swell..." It just wasn't right. I would have been lying to him if I had. So I guess I'll just spare him my presence. Because he doesn't really feel the need to have me around unless he needs something, or needs to feel loved or wanted at that particular moment. He was in the hospital not too long ago, and not once did I call him. He had to call me. I guess I'm a sick person, but oh well. He wasn't there for me when I needed him the most. Why should I return him the favor? Is that my civic duty as his daughter? I think not. He put himself there anyway. He should have thought about that when he was drinking himself into that drunken stupor.
And with that...I leave you...only to fight the crazy Harry Potter fans at work tomorrow...Someone save me!
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