i have never explained my father.
***Bitching Initiated***
my father is the poster child of everything i despise about people. he is a glutton to the extreme. in everything he does he does to excess; be it drinking, eating, gambling, or being a lazy ass. he also has a really bad temper.
my father has been in the entertainment and recreation business for the elderly. im not going to state exactly what he use to do, because his job title isn't very dignified. in the last few months his business has been slow and isn't paying the bills like it use to. a good family man would seek alternate employment. not my father, he would rather sit on his ass, attempt a sorry ass career at being a comedian, get drunk (spending money on boose that we DONT have) and end up getting himself further in debt to the extent of having his car repossessed. That threw him into a big melacholy stupor; where he then consumed more alcohol and became more of a lazy fuck. mom tried to get me to feel sorry for him and said he had really been on a self-loathing/suicidal funk. i remember him saying "boy, its like sometimes i could just drive myself off a cliff" with his slight redneck accent covered tenfold in Crown Royal. i really didnt want to hear him say shit like that. not because i care, but because A) its hard to be around him when he's emotional B) he was drunk and i despise talking to drunks (a petpeeve that was more than likely forged by him).
as if sloth and alcoholism wasn't enough he is one of the hardest people to live with... generally speaking. you have to be careful what you say around him because the slightest thing could send him off in a bitchy, yelling, incompetent rage. its like walking on egg shells. i sometimes wonder if that "redhair" temper really is true. example: he just recently (today actually) got possession of his car. no, he wasn't responsible and paid what was needed back. instead he has his rich friends from North Carolina and my grandparents (his parents) to bail him out of trouble whenever money is tight. earlier i remembering saying something like "im going to start saving up cash so as to hopefully move out this summer" and he said something of "you don't have enough responsibility to be moving out! you dont pay your car insurance, your food, your clothes, or gas money!" and before i could allow him to provoke me any further it accidently slipped "neither do you!". that may have been really dick on my part, but i have wanted to throw in this man's face what a fucking hypocrit he is. did it make me feel better? YES...is that bad? I DONT CARE!
i know i've never spoken of my dad in any of my other blogs. this hate blog was provoked by his recent "back pains" (what a pussy, he doesnt know what physical pain is). his remedy for pain is taking five or so pain pills and half a bottle of Crown Royal. Who cares? Big deal so far. Well because of his wittle back pains its easier for him to sleep in my bed because his is a King sized water bed and hard (for fatasses like himself) to get into without straining his back. Again, nooooo big deal... i got the couch. But now the fucking drunkard pissed himself in my bed! WHAT THE FUCK. seriously. I HATE DRUNKS!!!!
While he's washing my sheets tomorrow and if it doesnt dawn on him why the hell I would consider moving out.... then he'd truly be the dumbest man i know.
supposedly his rich friends in North Carolina have a job for him managing a comedy club up there. That means he'd have to move there and STAY there. if it does work out he'll be moving out by April. i've heard this "talk" before; i'll believe it when i see it.
*** End Bitching***
SG boobies and tangerines (resemblence?! haha!) make me happy.
***Bitching Initiated***
my father is the poster child of everything i despise about people. he is a glutton to the extreme. in everything he does he does to excess; be it drinking, eating, gambling, or being a lazy ass. he also has a really bad temper.
my father has been in the entertainment and recreation business for the elderly. im not going to state exactly what he use to do, because his job title isn't very dignified. in the last few months his business has been slow and isn't paying the bills like it use to. a good family man would seek alternate employment. not my father, he would rather sit on his ass, attempt a sorry ass career at being a comedian, get drunk (spending money on boose that we DONT have) and end up getting himself further in debt to the extent of having his car repossessed. That threw him into a big melacholy stupor; where he then consumed more alcohol and became more of a lazy fuck. mom tried to get me to feel sorry for him and said he had really been on a self-loathing/suicidal funk. i remember him saying "boy, its like sometimes i could just drive myself off a cliff" with his slight redneck accent covered tenfold in Crown Royal. i really didnt want to hear him say shit like that. not because i care, but because A) its hard to be around him when he's emotional B) he was drunk and i despise talking to drunks (a petpeeve that was more than likely forged by him).
as if sloth and alcoholism wasn't enough he is one of the hardest people to live with... generally speaking. you have to be careful what you say around him because the slightest thing could send him off in a bitchy, yelling, incompetent rage. its like walking on egg shells. i sometimes wonder if that "redhair" temper really is true. example: he just recently (today actually) got possession of his car. no, he wasn't responsible and paid what was needed back. instead he has his rich friends from North Carolina and my grandparents (his parents) to bail him out of trouble whenever money is tight. earlier i remembering saying something like "im going to start saving up cash so as to hopefully move out this summer" and he said something of "you don't have enough responsibility to be moving out! you dont pay your car insurance, your food, your clothes, or gas money!" and before i could allow him to provoke me any further it accidently slipped "neither do you!". that may have been really dick on my part, but i have wanted to throw in this man's face what a fucking hypocrit he is. did it make me feel better? YES...is that bad? I DONT CARE!
i know i've never spoken of my dad in any of my other blogs. this hate blog was provoked by his recent "back pains" (what a pussy, he doesnt know what physical pain is). his remedy for pain is taking five or so pain pills and half a bottle of Crown Royal. Who cares? Big deal so far. Well because of his wittle back pains its easier for him to sleep in my bed because his is a King sized water bed and hard (for fatasses like himself) to get into without straining his back. Again, nooooo big deal... i got the couch. But now the fucking drunkard pissed himself in my bed! WHAT THE FUCK. seriously. I HATE DRUNKS!!!!
While he's washing my sheets tomorrow and if it doesnt dawn on him why the hell I would consider moving out.... then he'd truly be the dumbest man i know.
supposedly his rich friends in North Carolina have a job for him managing a comedy club up there. That means he'd have to move there and STAY there. if it does work out he'll be moving out by April. i've heard this "talk" before; i'll believe it when i see it.
*** End Bitching***
SG boobies and tangerines (resemblence?! haha!) make me happy.
goldenmoon:
thank you sweet boy xxx