Really?
Okay so, I have recently moved into an old broken farm house with my mother. It needs a lot of repairs. Pretty much everything needs to be re-done. So, to save money, my mother get’s my father (they are divorced, we hate him) to come and help us out. My dad is a carpenter and all around handy man but the thing is he’s a drunk and doesn’t always get shit done.. I know right? Awesome.
Anyways, the room that is to be mine is almost done.. I’ve been waiting forever for it to be finished. It doesn’t have a floor. I bought the floor and have been waiting for the time to put it in. Apparently my dad needs to make the floor even. OH! Did I mention there’s a hole in the floor? Whoops! Also a hole in the bottom boarder? Kewl right? I’ve been fucking waiting for him to do this shit, that I can’t do so I can fucking get into that room and they can turn the room I’m in into a fucking bathroom.
So my dad.. come into my room a couple mins ago and tells me that he is going to be getting in here tomorrow to drill holes in my fucking floor. He plans on having running water in here tomorrow..
WHERE THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP DAD? WHERE THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DAD? YOU FUCKING CUNTHOLE! FINISH MY FUCKING ROOM AND THEN WORK ON THIS OTHER FUCKING SHIT YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! GO DRINK MORE AND KILL YOUR MOTHERFUCKING LIVER YOU WORTHLESS PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A FUCKING HUMAN BEING!
I fucking hate him. Everything about him. I hate his fucking voice, I hate his laugh, his fucking laugh. I wish he’d just fucking die.
