Ugh, it’s going to be one of those months. I can already tell, just from how today went. February first and the whole month is already down the shitter. It doesn’t help that I hate February with a fiery passion, and all this bullcrap about Valentines Day isn’t helping. I’m not going to say anything on the subject because it’s been talked to death.
So my dad has been out’ve town lately. I haven’t seen him in about a week and a half. I knew he was home today so I was kind of jazzed because I’d heard that he’d won his golf tournament that he was off at. So I’m all excited to see him and talk to him about his big win. I get home and start watching Lost and he comes downstairs. Now, instead of saying hello, how was your week, blah blah blah he comes down and gives me a big fucking lecture about how I don’t pull my weight around the house. He says I don’t do any chores, I can’t keep my room clean, and basically called a disgusting fucking slob. So then he starts listing off all the shit that he’s having a problem with.
No one emptying and filling the dishwasher. Now this one I can definitely do something about, although I’d say I’m at home for about 10 hours a day, and 5-8 of them are spent sleeping and the rest is spent trying not to go on a killing spree because of my job. So I’m never home to empty the dishwasher. I’ll try harder Dad, I promise.
The hot tub getting too dirty. Well, first of all: fuck off. I went in the hot tub for the first time since July last week. I’d say I go in the hot tub about 5 times a YEAR. It’s just not my thing. It’s all wet, you can’t read, you can’t play video games. I’m not down. And he’s telling me I need to help out with cleaning the hot tub. Good fucking luck.
And his other big winner was that I don’t clean my room. Well guess what Dad? I pay rent. Which means I rent this space which means I can do whatever the fuck I want in here. And if I want it to be messy then it’s going to be messy. I’m a slob, I’ll be the first to admit. But don’t come and tell me how to live. Piss off. I don’t tell you how to take care of your room, and I don’t tell your bitch cunt fucking hobag of a wife when to go fuck herself when she tells me to do things. I’d say that’s a fair trade off. Inadvertently, I had ended up cleaning up my room on Friday since I bought a new TV and it had no home. So I made one for it.
So. To top of an amazingly shitty day, I get to come home and have my dad take a dump all over me. Wasn’t that nice of him? I’m just so frustrated with my life right now. I feel like I’m in a rut, and something needs to change because I’m starting to get bored with life and bad shit happens when I get bored with my life. I start making purchases, and smoking certain herbs. The wheels just basically come off.
That’s all I’ve got. I’d love to go on a tangent about how fucking stupid the Geek Squad is, but it’s not worth my time. Safe to say, people! Pay attention to the following sentences! If you are computer retarded and your shit breaks, please, for the love of god, don’t take it to Geek Squad or the Futureshop equivalent. Find a friend, or someone with an A+ degree and get them to fix it. But make sure you ask them nicely, because I’ve been doing a lot of tech support for my friends lately and I’m about ready to eat a glock sandwich.
Also, I discovered the greatest mascot in the world today. His name is Balzac Billy and he is a giant fucking groundhog. Google that shit.
