Oh, is that right?
Jul. 8th, 2003 10:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amezriI don't feel bad about prying. Not one bit. Nope. Why? Because he's a liar.
I forgot to mention one thing the idiot said yesterday - that he has no social life and if he wanted one he could go do volunteer work at the hospital.
... I'm sorry. What?! You can't even take care of yourself. I hardly expect you to be able to care for sick people. You lying bastard. And when he works - if he works - he spends like 5 hours in the courtroom and goes out with his 20-something friends.
Scoped another e-mail today. The one bit of truth in it is that he says that he doesn't know me and my brother well and that I've been independent since high school. Oh, and that I got a job to avoid him. Good job, Sherlock.
He tells her that we had $4mil in debts. Um. If we have $4mil in debts, liquidating finances and properties or whatever wouldn't have covered it.
He claims that I hate him because he yells in front of us. Um, no. I hate him because he's an asshole and treats everyone in the family like garbage. I believe he's forgotten the many times that he made my mother cry at the restaurant in front of customers and the wait staff. Or hey, how about the times he made the waitresses cry? Even better, the times when he thought he was such hot shit that he could kick customers out. Yeah. Right.
Then he tells her that I called him a jerk at graduation because he tried to talk to me about graduate school and a future job. No, you asshat, I called you a jerk because you kept rushing me to pack up my stuff and get out of my room. I didn't even have time to stop and say goodbye to my friends, you asshole.
Pity. All he wants is freakin' pity. I can't believe he told that woman that he had to go back to NYC because of differences with his wife. He's still here!! I wish he would go to the damn city.
Feckin' liar. I hate when people make up stuff about me.
This just goes to prove that if you're trying to be sneaky, don't leave an electronic paper trail. Idiot.
I forgot to mention one thing the idiot said yesterday - that he has no social life and if he wanted one he could go do volunteer work at the hospital.
... I'm sorry. What?! You can't even take care of yourself. I hardly expect you to be able to care for sick people. You lying bastard. And when he works - if he works - he spends like 5 hours in the courtroom and goes out with his 20-something friends.
Scoped another e-mail today. The one bit of truth in it is that he says that he doesn't know me and my brother well and that I've been independent since high school. Oh, and that I got a job to avoid him. Good job, Sherlock.
He tells her that we had $4mil in debts. Um. If we have $4mil in debts, liquidating finances and properties or whatever wouldn't have covered it.
He claims that I hate him because he yells in front of us. Um, no. I hate him because he's an asshole and treats everyone in the family like garbage. I believe he's forgotten the many times that he made my mother cry at the restaurant in front of customers and the wait staff. Or hey, how about the times he made the waitresses cry? Even better, the times when he thought he was such hot shit that he could kick customers out. Yeah. Right.
Then he tells her that I called him a jerk at graduation because he tried to talk to me about graduate school and a future job. No, you asshat, I called you a jerk because you kept rushing me to pack up my stuff and get out of my room. I didn't even have time to stop and say goodbye to my friends, you asshole.
Pity. All he wants is freakin' pity. I can't believe he told that woman that he had to go back to NYC because of differences with his wife. He's still here!! I wish he would go to the damn city.
Feckin' liar. I hate when people make up stuff about me.
This just goes to prove that if you're trying to be sneaky, don't leave an electronic paper trail. Idiot.
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Date: 2003-07-08 08:02 am (UTC)My dad isn't so slick. Heh.