gobblegobble; pistol star; issues
Nov. 25th, 2004 01:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amezriHappy Ritual Sacrifice with Pie! *G*
And because I said I would do this yesterday but sort of didn't have time:
Paul Kimble (of Grant Lee Buffalo and Velvet Goldmine soundtrack) has started a new band: Pistol Star. Check out the song samples at the site and let me know what you think. I'll pass it along.
a lovely way to wake up on a holiday... is listening to your fatehr yell at your mother because your mother wants to drive your brother back to school, but your father wants to just throw him on a train. His logic is that it'll cost $40 in gas... but he seems to have forgotten that it's a $43 train ticket plus a $12 LIRR ticket and that my brother's never been on a train or in Penn by himself before. There was more yelling about stuff like how my mother is keeping us kids too close and we need to be "independant." My mother then asked why he didn't take care of the dogs yesterday and he came back with some bull about how a) they weren't his dogs and b) he was busy ALL DAY cooking soup and fixing the toilets. Uhm, right. Because the one toilet just needed a new flapper and I'm sure he spent hours and hourswatching tv watching the soup boil.
He's apparently also holding my brother's refund check for overpaid tuition. He won't tell my mother how much it's for or where it is and is in fact holding all of the mail from yesterday. He was handing it out when I came home yesterday and was about to open my mail. Dude. WTF? Anyway, the refund check belongs to my mom, since she's the one who's paying my brother's tuition while my father bitches and complains and doesn't do jack shit.
I really hate when he's home. I don't want to do anything or even leave my room. If I see him, I'll want toshoot kick him in the face. No, really. Every time I look at the asshole I want to take a heavy object and smash his face in. Since I'm the only one in the house who can say stuff to him (like he's being a jerk-off), I do. Then he goes and yells at my mother or brother. If he starts anything today, I'm going to tell him to fuck off and get the hell out of the house if he's so damn miserable here. No one wants him here. All he does is make a mess, take up space, and yell at everyone. The kitchen was spotless when I went to bed last night. I wake up and my cast iron pan is all fucked up, there are three pots and various glasses in the sink, and a half eaten omlette with a side of black beans and some sort of canned fish sitting on the table. Ugh.
He's told my brother that he can't take him back to school because he has things to do, then he tells my mother that he's not going back to the city because he only has one case next week. Then he'll spend the next week making us all miserable, falling asleep on the couch in the family room (all day), using the TV, and being a dirty slob. But no, he's too busy to be bothered with things like taking care of his son and letting the dogs out, which are not his even though he brought one of them home without asking anyone. He wants all of us to take responsibility so he doesn't have to take any himself. I almost wish he was an alcoholic or a druggie or some other definable shit just so I'd know what the hell was wrong with him and be able to send him to some sort of facility. As it is, he's just a lazy, two-faced bastard who's nice to everyone but his own family, who he treats worse than shit.
*stabs him with knitting needles*
And because I said I would do this yesterday but sort of didn't have time:
Paul Kimble (of Grant Lee Buffalo and Velvet Goldmine soundtrack) has started a new band: Pistol Star. Check out the song samples at the site and let me know what you think. I'll pass it along.
a lovely way to wake up on a holiday... is listening to your fatehr yell at your mother because your mother wants to drive your brother back to school, but your father wants to just throw him on a train. His logic is that it'll cost $40 in gas... but he seems to have forgotten that it's a $43 train ticket plus a $12 LIRR ticket and that my brother's never been on a train or in Penn by himself before. There was more yelling about stuff like how my mother is keeping us kids too close and we need to be "independant." My mother then asked why he didn't take care of the dogs yesterday and he came back with some bull about how a) they weren't his dogs and b) he was busy ALL DAY cooking soup and fixing the toilets. Uhm, right. Because the one toilet just needed a new flapper and I'm sure he spent hours and hours
He's apparently also holding my brother's refund check for overpaid tuition. He won't tell my mother how much it's for or where it is and is in fact holding all of the mail from yesterday. He was handing it out when I came home yesterday and was about to open my mail. Dude. WTF? Anyway, the refund check belongs to my mom, since she's the one who's paying my brother's tuition while my father bitches and complains and doesn't do jack shit.
I really hate when he's home. I don't want to do anything or even leave my room. If I see him, I'll want to
He's told my brother that he can't take him back to school because he has things to do, then he tells my mother that he's not going back to the city because he only has one case next week. Then he'll spend the next week making us all miserable, falling asleep on the couch in the family room (all day), using the TV, and being a dirty slob. But no, he's too busy to be bothered with things like taking care of his son and letting the dogs out, which are not his even though he brought one of them home without asking anyone. He wants all of us to take responsibility so he doesn't have to take any himself. I almost wish he was an alcoholic or a druggie or some other definable shit just so I'd know what the hell was wrong with him and be able to send him to some sort of facility. As it is, he's just a lazy, two-faced bastard who's nice to everyone but his own family, who he treats worse than shit.
*stabs him with knitting needles*
