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Sep. 23rd, 2006 09:05 ami forgot to tell you all about the call i got yesterday.
my dad called. ugh. anyways, he scolded me for not calling him for so long. i apologized and explained about the move. then he told me his phone had been dead for the last month and he was sorry thats why he hadnt called. wtf!!! anyways, moving on...
he gave me the you have family speech. he talked about how he wished he has some money cuz he needs a place to live too and we could have gotten a place together. i cant think of a worse nightmare. then he said hes going down to california next week and hell have money when he gets back. my dad is a perpetual couch surfer. but he says hes getting a place this time. hes said that many times. maybe hes run out of people to use. he also wants to meet peter, so when he gets back from picking up another shipment of pot to sell from mexico we are going to set up a lunch date. he wants my two brothers that still live in town to be there too. peter has met my bitchy, judgemental mother. now he can meet my mind numblingly stupid father, my uneducated older brother (whjo i love to pieces, hes such a sweety), and my little jock of a younger brother.
the fun did not end there! oh no. i made the mistake of teling my dad im looking for a job. now, as many of you are aware, my dad is a drug dealer. an alcoholic, pothead, drug dealer who has been to jail twice for drug trafficing, once on federal charges. im sooo proud. so anyways, my dad says he can get me a part time job. oh boy. working for a friend of his. oh no. at a smoke shop selling tobacco and bongs and stuff. oh gawd. i cant stress enough how bad an idea this is. but how could i tell my dad he associates with shady people, an is in fact shay himself, and that the last thing his felon of a daughter needs is to be working in some smoke shop that is probably selling drugs out the back and having the cops come in an bust me. it would have hurt his feelings.
why do i even care about his feelings? hes my dad. only one i get. i tried to trade him in for a jetta but he has too many miles on him. so i have to keep him. i will give him credit for something though. hes always proud of me. hes always supportive. hes always positive when speaking about me. he loves me. hes a shitty father but he cares and he makes it clear somehow. to him i am a beautiful, intelligent woman. he sees me the way i wish my mother saw me.
my dad called. ugh. anyways, he scolded me for not calling him for so long. i apologized and explained about the move. then he told me his phone had been dead for the last month and he was sorry thats why he hadnt called. wtf!!! anyways, moving on...
he gave me the you have family speech. he talked about how he wished he has some money cuz he needs a place to live too and we could have gotten a place together. i cant think of a worse nightmare. then he said hes going down to california next week and hell have money when he gets back. my dad is a perpetual couch surfer. but he says hes getting a place this time. hes said that many times. maybe hes run out of people to use. he also wants to meet peter, so when he gets back from picking up another shipment of pot to sell from mexico we are going to set up a lunch date. he wants my two brothers that still live in town to be there too. peter has met my bitchy, judgemental mother. now he can meet my mind numblingly stupid father, my uneducated older brother (whjo i love to pieces, hes such a sweety), and my little jock of a younger brother.
the fun did not end there! oh no. i made the mistake of teling my dad im looking for a job. now, as many of you are aware, my dad is a drug dealer. an alcoholic, pothead, drug dealer who has been to jail twice for drug trafficing, once on federal charges. im sooo proud. so anyways, my dad says he can get me a part time job. oh boy. working for a friend of his. oh no. at a smoke shop selling tobacco and bongs and stuff. oh gawd. i cant stress enough how bad an idea this is. but how could i tell my dad he associates with shady people, an is in fact shay himself, and that the last thing his felon of a daughter needs is to be working in some smoke shop that is probably selling drugs out the back and having the cops come in an bust me. it would have hurt his feelings.
why do i even care about his feelings? hes my dad. only one i get. i tried to trade him in for a jetta but he has too many miles on him. so i have to keep him. i will give him credit for something though. hes always proud of me. hes always supportive. hes always positive when speaking about me. he loves me. hes a shitty father but he cares and he makes it clear somehow. to him i am a beautiful, intelligent woman. he sees me the way i wish my mother saw me.
