Can someone kill him, please? Please?!

[amezri]

So... this morning, my father decided that it would be a good idea to blow up at everyone. Over dry cleaning. Sort of.. that kind of sparked it off. I was going driving (practicing for my test on Tuesday) so he said "get my dry cleaning and put it in the car. It's on the floor in my room." Which is confusing... but I finally clarified that he wanted me to take his dry cleaning from his room to the cleaners. I am already annoyed because he always pulls this shit and my mom then says "You mean you want me to take it." Because obviously, when he tells me or my brother to do something, its not like either of us can actually drive to any of those places. Anyway... he blows up and says "Fine, don't do it. Don't do anything for me. You never do anything I ask you to do" blah blah "Don't ask me for anything again." And that is totally fine with me, because I don't need his crap.

Now.. this is the good part. I actually started yelling at him. My mom later said that she was going to stop me... but didn't know how or if she should. I basically told him that if he frelling asked me, maybe I would do it. I said that he always did everything on the sly and could never ask for anything politely. Obviously he starts to yell at me again and throws money and crap in my face. As if I really need his stupid support. At some point I told him that when he figures out what his problem is, then he can come talk to me, to which he replies that he doesn't need to talk to me. Yay. I pretty much ended the nasty kitchen scene with calling him a two-year-old and telling him that he starts fights over "stupid shit like dry cleaning."

So.. I took my breakfast downstairs to check my e-mail. He comes down two minutes later with the biting remark, "You can raise your voice at me, but no in my house!" Wow. That took him a whole two minutes? I had to follow him upstairs so I could wash my cup and he said some shit about being independant and being like my mother or some crap. Totally pissed me off. Wanted to tell him that he's an asshole, but instead said, "I don't want to be completely independant, but I don't want to live in a house where people start fights every five munites over stupid shit like dry cleaning!"

I drove the entire afternoon. Go me! Went to a bunch of places to buy stuff to fix Linda's computer with and I got new Sony headphones. Also got some new shirts from Weathervane and some books for my trip to Ireland: a guide for Ireland so I can look up ferries and theaters and stuff for Arline, The Ferryman by Chris Golden, Good Omens by Neil Gaiman, and... a Buffy book by Chris Golden. Can't remember the title off hand.

My brother and cousin are putting together Linda's computer with the used hard drive and new IDE cable we bought today. It's all going good... they get Windows installed. Next thing you know, the leech is standing there pretending he knows what's going on and trying to give directions. When I ask them a valid technical question, he parrots me. Then he's groping the modem card and saying it's all dusty so he grabs the compressed air and sprays directly on the card for like 20 seconds. I don't need to tell anyone that that causes frost and that frost on a modem card can not be good. All the while he's rushing them to do this and do that and work faster. I'm telling him to calm down and take a breath and chill. Next thing I know, my brothers shouting at him not to put the magnet next to the hard drive. Argh.

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[shimmiwyld.livejournal.com]

Man, someone needs to knock that man about for a few hours. I volunteer.

[amezri.livejournal.com]

Here's an ashwood bat. Step right up. *EG*