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my fork in the road (your knife in my back)
Sep 29, 2006

wtfux. my mood is so ruined.

so my dad was hogging the computer. and when he finally decided to get off, he spotted my wallet on the table and decided to open it. for some reason i didn't like that. i mean out of the blue you just open someone's wallet? like no right. and somehow i knew he would start making stupid comments again.

so i got pretty worked up and all. and made a dive to snatch the wallet out of his hands la. this sounds damn drama but heck. so in the process i accidentally made this disc on the table drop. and then his response was like.

"orh. you see la. drop the disc. spoil your cd."

"no it's not my cd."

"then you spoil your brother's cd la."

"i don't know la. it's not labelled."

"orh. so you don't want the cd la. throw away."

and he effing took it and threw it into the effing dustbin. wtfux.

that wasn't all. my good charlotte cd happened to be underneath the cd he picked up. and he went.

"so this cd also don't want la? throw away."

and he effing took it and threw it into the effing dustbin. again.


i know my dad reads my blog. but then again, wtfux.

11:25 PM