Bad things happen in threes you know..
Jun. 29th, 2003 04:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amezriI've been cleaning the kitchen pantry closets all day. Tired. But not done yet. Argh. The table is still a mess. I'm going to call mom and see when she will be back because I'm unmotivated.
Okay. Mom says she's coming home. And guess what? Yeah, my father was up to no good again. He went to the Catskills on Friday claiming he was going to check on the Volvo. My mother had gone to check her email (which my father had been using to correspond with that wacko woman) to see if she got her newsletters and what does she find? E-mail from the woman saying that she would be in the Catskills. Uh huh. My father told my mother the woman was from Florida. Feh. This is all really very absurd. I don't give a rat's ass if he is messing around with that other bitch. What I don't like is that he comes home and either acts oddly nice to everyone or yells at us for no reason. Just go the fuck away! We don't care if you leave! We're not going to die or anything without you here, you asshat.
Glargh. Anyway. My mom had me print out the e-mail so she could show him. Mwahahaha! And one of them said something about him getting all nervous because I was standing over him asking who he was talking to. Uhm. That's a lie. I've never given a shit who he was talking to online. If I was down there I was making sure he wasn't breaking the network or the new laptop. There was another mention of how he didn't think he was a racist and that he has the right to believe whatever he wants. Yes.. yes you do. And I have the right to believe you are a racist, homophobic bastard.
So..yes. This will be amusing. *sneer*
In other news I didn't mention yesterday. That bust I made out of sculpey for 3D class? Yeah, The Asshat broke it. Not only did he break it, he left it on the table and told my brother to tell me he broke it. He claims he was dusting it. It's made out of feckin' sculpey, not sand. If you were dusting it, it would not just break. My guess is he was using the shop-vac or hell, just picked it up and dropped it. The damn thing doesn't fit in our oven so I had to use wet set clay. Wet set clay is so friggin ghetto. Now the head sculpture looks like it's autistic and has one of those devices in it's ear. *grr*
When mom gets home, we're probably gonna clean some more and make dinner. Then it's off to B&N to see about me getting a job. Woohoo!
Okay. Mom says she's coming home. And guess what? Yeah, my father was up to no good again. He went to the Catskills on Friday claiming he was going to check on the Volvo. My mother had gone to check her email (which my father had been using to correspond with that wacko woman) to see if she got her newsletters and what does she find? E-mail from the woman saying that she would be in the Catskills. Uh huh. My father told my mother the woman was from Florida. Feh. This is all really very absurd. I don't give a rat's ass if he is messing around with that other bitch. What I don't like is that he comes home and either acts oddly nice to everyone or yells at us for no reason. Just go the fuck away! We don't care if you leave! We're not going to die or anything without you here, you asshat.
Glargh. Anyway. My mom had me print out the e-mail so she could show him. Mwahahaha! And one of them said something about him getting all nervous because I was standing over him asking who he was talking to. Uhm. That's a lie. I've never given a shit who he was talking to online. If I was down there I was making sure he wasn't breaking the network or the new laptop. There was another mention of how he didn't think he was a racist and that he has the right to believe whatever he wants. Yes.. yes you do. And I have the right to believe you are a racist, homophobic bastard.
So..yes. This will be amusing. *sneer*
In other news I didn't mention yesterday. That bust I made out of sculpey for 3D class? Yeah, The Asshat broke it. Not only did he break it, he left it on the table and told my brother to tell me he broke it. He claims he was dusting it. It's made out of feckin' sculpey, not sand. If you were dusting it, it would not just break. My guess is he was using the shop-vac or hell, just picked it up and dropped it. The damn thing doesn't fit in our oven so I had to use wet set clay. Wet set clay is so friggin ghetto. Now the head sculpture looks like it's autistic and has one of those devices in it's ear. *grr*
When mom gets home, we're probably gonna clean some more and make dinner. Then it's off to B&N to see about me getting a job. Woohoo!
