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I still don't get this one, several hours later. [May. 24th, 2004|12:12 am]
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kwanboa
[mood |annoyedannoyed]

So wait, I don't know anything about the PC desktop I've owned for four years? I wouldn't be able to immediately master your oh-so-difficult Quicken program to print the reports you need because I just wouldn't understand?

My dear, I'm not the one who rammed a USB printer cord into a nine-pin plug. I think my screaming fit over your hideous treatment of my machine was perfectly justified and necessary. Next time I tell you to stop touching my expensive equipment, you'd do very well to obey or risk finding your fingers in the same magical Place of Non-Existence as most of your brain.
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Grr. [May. 22nd, 2004|12:27 pm]
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kwanboa
[mood |annoyedannoyed]

That's such a lovely way to treat the person who's helping you get your affairs in order for your trip to Nova Scotia/Newfoundland next week. One of you doesn't have an actual certificate of birth (mm, THAT explains a lot, you're a fucking alien) and both of you only just bothered to check your passports THIS WEEK and discovered they expired LAST MONTH. Very responsible of you. And you're basically shitting on the person who ransacked the Internet for you, is probably going to end up calling the Canadian Embassy for you on Monday, and actually knows what the fuck she's talking about seeing as she has to deal with Immigration twice a year.

But never mind that. She's just your daughter. You can be a little shit to her and she'll still help you, if only because she would really love you GONE for two weeks.
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I have not the words. [Aug. 14th, 2003|01:35 pm]
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kwanboa
[mood |hungryhungry]
[music |the air conditioner]

Gee, for someone who said she was slimming down on problems with her parents, I sure am becoming the ONLY poster.

ANYway...so long story short, I forget my lunch, call Mum who works less than a block away, she decides she wants Hopkins (delicious sandwich place) and will pay, during lunch hour we find we are the only ones left in our respective offices, I am starving and have to wait til 1. Fast forward to 1. I call Mum. Her boss isn't back yet. I don't expect mine back for hours, either of them. She says call in the order anyway. I do. 1:35pm she comes in here "Alison?" "LUNCH?!?!?" "Where did Hopkins move to?" "...PUBLIX!!!!!" "In with Publix? Oh...I went to their OLD place..."

head
hit
keyboard

WOMAN! You went to the website with the menu, you saw the location of the store! Your daughter is very hungry and needs to eat for medical reasons! Nnnnngh! She's out there now, hopefully getting our freaking food already -.-V

Well, Amanda SAID I could post instances of my parents' stupidity, even if they aren't being awful.

EDIT: 1:54pm...sweet food. *SNARF*
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(no subject) [Jul. 25th, 2003|12:46 am]
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mamanda
[mood |annoyedannoyed]

I really don't mind doing things around the house. I do laundry, dishes, vaccum, sweep, mop, dust, clean, tidy, everything....

I've even made dad's bed on occasion.

So why do he feel the need to make me take out the garbage. I feel like the parent who tries to beat in the teenager's head to do one fucking thing around the house.


And I'm quite annoyed that dad keeps saying he's to busy to do any of this stuff. he spends at least 8 hours a day at pam's, where he is waited on hand and foot. man she's such a fool for getting involved with him.


Why do I keep doing this?

I wish I knew. I'm sure there must be some legit reason that I seem to be doing everything around here. On occasion I feel like I'm taking care of three different houses...
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(no subject) [Jul. 15th, 2003|07:10 pm]
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siln
The infamous, questionably legal 'behaviour-modification centre', Tranquility Bay (click)

For those of us who know that just because you can find someone stupid, or drunk enough to fuck you, doesn't mean you deserve a child.

I just thought this belonged here... This is the generation that the rich of America are raising.
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(no subject) [Jul. 15th, 2003|10:04 am]
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mamanda
[mood |annoyedannoyed]

why on earth does dad need to know when pop's birthday is at 6:30am? really....couldn't he wait til later?

Then after he wakes me up to look on the calendar (as if he couldn't look himself) he continues to try to have a conversation with me about how I'm getting to Grand Falls this weekend. After like 3 minutes I was like "Could I please just go back to sleep?". He slammed my door.

Honestly. What do you expect...
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uh...i'm 15, remember? [Jul. 12th, 2003|09:30 pm]
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buggy387
[mood |pissed offpissed off]
[music |"amber" by 311]

yeah. so i got lectured today about the dangers of talking to people on the computer. you just never know when the person you met at school is really an axe murderer who likes to rape fat, smart ass 15 year olds. Jesus Tap Dancing Christ.

oh yes. the computer is also the reason why i don't sleep at night. riiiiiight. no, i think the reason is cuz it's about 150 fucking degrees in my room. plus i'm just not tired. fuck.
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fuck. [Jul. 6th, 2003|10:02 pm]
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buggy387
[mood |annoyedannoyed]
[music |"jaded" by mest]

dads suck.

-couldn't go watch movies with my friend rachel cuz my dad is anal.
-he kept reserving tables for four in oklahoma (there was five of us and even explained to my mom that there was only "me, you, sandra, and brad" when she asked about me) cuz he is anal.
-he kept yelling to me when i was driving cuz he is anal.
-he keeps blaming shit on me that i have no control over cuz he is anal.

i really hate my dad.
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first post. [Jul. 3rd, 2003|11:43 am]
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buggy387
[mood |bitchybitchy]
[music |"i don't love you anymore" by the gadjits]

yay. at times i may say that i totally hate my dad but even i realize that i don't mean it. gah damn. he pisses me off though. like today, i fell asleep around 3 in the morning and he comes into my room (fuck up number one), turns off both of my fans (fuck up number 2), tells me to wake up (fuck up number 3), and turns off my stereo (fuck up number 4). as i am writing this, he's in the living room yelling at me. oh well. we'll just turn the music up.

well. that's all for now. i'm sure he'll piss me off again. i'll be back.
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(no subject) [Jul. 2nd, 2003|07:34 pm]
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mamanda
[mood |angryangry]

why do i even bother.

dad bitches to me about money problems. next thing i know he goes and buys himself clothes.
i pay for all of my things myself for christ sakes. he hasn't paid for clothes of mine (save christmas and maybe a birthday) since I was like...13.
i am now paying insurance for the car.

and I should be saving my money to be buying food for the house? hey i have a better idea. considering i don't even eat here, why don't i just not buy any food, and continue eating everywhere else.

we did go to the grocery store tonight. however, not to buy food for me. other than the usual bread and rice of coarse. dad bought things he wanted. i didn't ask for anything but a few banana's and he wouldn't buy them for me.

just now dad comes in the house:
dad: you left your car running
me: you drove the car home. YOU left the car on.
dad: i was out there fooling with the heat.
me: you still drove it home. you go turn it off
dad: it doesn't matter. go turn off the car.

i mean really. ....does that make any sense at all?
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(no subject) [Jun. 21st, 2003|09:10 am]
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mamanda
[mood |sadsad]

Even worse then dad not coming home at night and ditching home for his stupid g/f:

Dad saying he'll come home soon, and not showing up >
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*le sigh* [Jun. 20th, 2003|12:18 am]
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mamanda
[mood |annoyedannoyed]

Dad gets home tonight. "Didn't I tell you to be home with the car supper time?" he says.

Why no. No you did not.

"I woke you up this morning and told you".

No. No you did not


So let me get this straight. Dad is mad at me because he forgot to wake me up this morning and tell me to be home with the car supper time.

What's even more annoying? I called my grandmother after I see our number on John's phone. She says he was looking for me. And I said, 'oh great. now he's going to be mad'. And Nan replies "No he's not. He's fine. He's happy as a lark. He understood that you had the car.". Ahem. So why was he fucking mad at me then?

I swear he just gets cranky at me for the sake of making me angry.
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(no subject) [Jun. 18th, 2003|11:53 pm]
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mamanda
[mood |creativecreative]

Ok. First post. Evahhhh.

Everyone is welcome.

I am the moderator (yay me)
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