Lets first begin by stating a fact: When I go on the “warpath” there is NOTHING that can stop me (except victory of course) and this is one of those occassions.
My father (the misunderstood genious that he is) decides to come into my room at 6am and try and wake me up (which obviously doesn’t work because instead of him setting a time for us to get up last night, he goes to bed early without talking to anyone). He then storms out of the house very very angrily (apparently I’m supposed to read minds, excuse me for not consulting my crystal ball…).
::I go back to sleep::
Mom wakes me up and says “you have ten minutes to get dressed” and something along the lines of “if you value your life.” Well, I get dressed, but unfortunatley, I didn’t walk out of the door quick enough for my father, so he left again; enraged at me, for once again, doing nothing (as the little !@#$!@#$ didn’t bother to consult with me or mom with regards to who’s driving who today!). So it is at this point that I feel the need to share some facts with you.
- Dad didn’t consult with either me or mom today; even though he KNEW that I have to get to the doctor, and that I have a goodbye dinner with my previous employers (yes, another job…).
- Dad promised me a car three years ago if I go to a SUNY. I am (I’m going to Buffalo [the Univeristy not the crappy college]). If I had said car that he promised me three years ago I would have been able to get to work no problem, and none of this would have happend!
- Dad forces my younger brother (Sam) to go to baseball training daily, which is why mom couldn’t let me borrow her car in the first place to go to work (do you SEE the logic here…)
So when my father gets back (if he has the guts to walk in the front door) there WILL be hell to pay.
~ Zeus ~ Who is getting the lightning bolt out and is going to send SOMEONE straight to Tartarus ~
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