So I dont care how many little entries I fill this site up with, whatever I have to say
never fits with anything else I say, and I normally think it quite a few hours later so
its better like this
Keeps people on their toes
Either way, was just reading an email from my dad, explaining how he has to sit up in the early hours on this skype phone thing (whatever one of those is) talking to this paki bird hes so infatuated with. Apparently he's blocked joe for calling her a paki, and saying shes baltently only in it for a passport and a visa.
But he cant wait to show me the pictures and I dont really know if I can bear to persue this any further. I dont think my liver can take it.
He signed the email with 'dad' but i think the time for saying that has long since passed. I bet he cant wait to pump out a couple of paki kids with her, and start a whole other family, and build up a whole load of new memories with them. And gloss over all our ones like some sort of re-writable dvd.
Its fucked up
and whats more sick, I was on msn checking my emails, and this 'notes' thing came up. It has it up there whenever someone changes their name. There was a sentance or two from my dad, and for some reason I clikced it. And it opened into this whole hellish window of sickening love notes sent between him and her. It was the most nausiating thing I have ever read, and just like when someone points out a fat naked person, you cant tear your eyes away even though its making you choke. I think I got a few looks when I started muttering about fucked up shit in the silence of the libary.
But In other news. I spent an hour trying to get ready for this college thing. Cos I swear Ive put on more weight than Ive ever been seen with before. My belly is like some sort of jelly and its totally gross.
and ive felt ill all evening and had to sit through bloody hours of mindless chatter about uni stuff Im allrady knew. Got bored and started doodling and got glares of superior intelligence from jon who sat next to me with his insane mother. She had a wonky grin on like she was actually clinically insane and should have worn a straight jacket.
And joe turned his nose up at the dinner I cooked for the 4th day running. Hes such an ungrateful bastard. Tommoro hes not getting any dinner. And he can bloody cook his own and then yell at himself for being a rubbish cook and see whos laughing then. And then I'm gonna cook me and mum something totally delicious, and cook some greasy tesco value burger and chips for him. And see how he likes that, and then he'll want to eat what I cook. Yeah.
But now back to the msn convo ive been avoiding for like 20 minutes now . . . (thats my dad) and then to bed with my aching head and sore feet |
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