dangergirl

so i was a bad kid, i didn't spend sunday with my dad or my step-dad. eh, sue me. they got presents. i just wanted to spend the day with a couple of friends that had the day off too.

i used to/still hate when my family plans MY free time without consuting me. it used to happen when i was in the military. i'd come home for "vacation"and get shuttled around from one place to another to another, just cuz some relative that i didn't really give a crap about, thought it'd be cool to see them.

MY DAYS OFF ARE MINE!!! then come the guilt trips. whatever. i saw my dad last weekend, and despite pissing me off right before i left, he was too schnockered to hear me when i said i was gonna be in Olympia this sunday. so when i called to say happy father's day, he thought i was in hawaii (not till NEXT month). when he heard i was in Oly, he got an attitude. "Dude! you're not even home!!! Lay off!!! luv ya, bye."

screw it! i had a good day, saw batman again, and went home and had a sweeeeet dream about daisy duke/jessica simpson and a bathtub. (woke up smiling)