My dad is such an asshole.
He tells me to turn down my music I had playing, and then he says once I turned it down, "wow that was fast" WTH? DOES HE THINK IM SOME SORT OF WORTHLESS BITCH WHO DOESENT DO WHAT IM TOLD EVER? And then, he put in a crappy old VCR crap of betoven or some shit, and turns it up so frikin loud my ears are bleeding, and I ask him to turn it down and he litterally says "shut up I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth". DOUBLE FUCKING STANDRDS AT THEM FINEST. Then he fucking turns it up LOUDER. Later I asked if it was fantasia and he said "just shut the hell up sam"
I fucking hate him. Can't even wait to go live with him.
I was also going to write a poem, but I can't now because I can't write my poems with mustic on. Great. Just great.