I’m just gonna fucking pretend
I never saw people I follow reblogging a gif of mine
That was edited and reposted by someone else
Without asking or giving credit
And I’m gonna pretend that
The reposted gif wasn’t tweeted to Tom
And I’m going to remind myself
That there’s a very fucking slim chance
He’ll see it and respond to it
As long as that person doesn’t tweet it at him fifty million times
Just gonna pretend
NONE OF IT EXISTS
It didn’t fucking happen
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
lol… So Mom thought Dad was just picking at me about eating nutella by itself because he knew it would get a rise out of me, but he really fucking wasn’t joking. He fucking hid the nutella. I was going to make myself some hot chocolate and go to bed, but because he hid the nutella, I can’t do that. Know what I did instead? I made myself a long island iced tea, heavy on the liquor! Another thing he “banned” me from partaking in. Fuck you, Dad! I was gonna have nutella, but instead I’m having alcohol. Wouldn’t you just be thrilled?
And then I’m going to drink down this 5 hour energy drink on top of it. Maybe it’ll react badly with the alcohol, who knows. I’m just hoping it keeps me awake for longer than five hours, because I’m too pissed off to go to sleep now.
EDIT: For reference, I had a single tiny spoonful of nutella to stave off my hunger while I waited for Mom to fix dinner. That single tiny spoonful of nutella was also the first bit of nutella I’ve had from the jar they bought over a week ago.
Oh, and then later Dad yelled at me about how instead of eating nutella to stave off hunger, I could have been cooking dinner myself. He also yelled at me about how I never do things to try and help Mom out around the house. And I refrained from yelling at him that he’s no fucking better. He doesn’t even do the basic things a husband could do, like fill out the checks for bills and mail them off. And he wants to yell at ME about doing nothing to help Mom out? When I do more than he ever does? Fucking forgive me if I don’t think he has any right to yell at me about helping Mom out.
I mean, I was pretty sure he had, considering what the certified mail my dad got contained, but… no one called us to tell us. My grandpa died and no one at least called Dad to let him know. Instead, we get to find out through getting papers from lawyers asking Dad to waive any rights he might have to my grandpa’s properties and possessions.
Also, I can’t sleep. It’s too hot to be under my covers, but just a tad too cool to sleep without them. I’m going to blame the fact that my parents are old on their inability to deal with it being cold in the house. Fuck. I’d rather deal with frozen hands and feet. Getting so hot I start sweating, in winter, is not something I enjoy doing! I also prefer it cold in the house because my video card is very quick to start overheating, and I’d rather keep the thing working as long as friggin possible before literally burning it out. *headdesks*
Mom asked me to see if I could convince Dad to buy Mom a balloon and flowers to take up to her at QVC for her birthday today. Of course, I couldn’t! Because Dad is a fucking asshole, thinks it’s a waste of money, and doesn’t see the value in giving Mom flowers that will “only last a week at most”. How is it a waste of money if it makes Mom smile?
Mom wanted something to show off and say, “See? My husband loves me!” to her co-workers, because she sees her co-workers getting gifts like that for their birthdays all the time, and wanted to have the same thing for her birthday this year.
Now I’m crying, because if I weren’t a useless POS, I’d do it myself. I’d drive to a florist myself, I’d buy her a huge, expensive bouquet myself, I’d take it up to her myself. Unfortunately I’ve neither money nor a license, and the thought of going out and interacting with anyone makes me want to scream.
