08 February 2009

equally parts awful and fun

I'm angry at my father. Because he barely spent any time with us this weekend and that's not new. He's done that for weeks now. This weekend, he had a reason; he was working on the house. (not the one he lives in but the one he's moving into, our old house). However, when he took us home and I wasn't saying a word to him or even looking at him, he started to apologize and explain that he had to work on the house, but I told him it wouldn't have made a difference or not, he's always gone or leaving us for no reason at all.
Bravo to Blake for trying to cheer me up, though.
Mom got some various preschool-related things from a friend (mom's a preschool teacher) (and all that stuff is crap) and there was a pirate costume and a vampire cape in it and Blake put it all on and he says, I look like a extra from a gay porno. Blacon Bitz, yrsofunnyyy.
So I'm gonna get a bowl of cereal and watch Lost in Austen, which for inexplicable reasons I have become addicted to. Not that I'd admit that in public or anything,

No comments:

Post a Comment