Wow, I just exercised self-control. So now you all get to put up with my bitching.
My mother): ::to me:: Would you come move your fucking car? Or can I just take it?
Me): Er... ::tries to remember what CD is in it, to avoid possible parent traumatization::
My father): Just take the damn thing.
Me): ....Excuse me? ::bites tongue to not yell "WHO ASKED YOU, ASSHOLE?!":: ...::to mother:: Yeah, sure, fine.
And now I just remembered that I had Jack Off Jill in there.... ohhhhh shit. >_<
But anyway, it pisses me off... I bought and paid for that car MYSELF. WITH MY MONEY. It is MY FUCKING CAR, dammit, and he has no right to say who can drive it and who can't. GRAAAHHHHHHH. bastard!!
My mother): ::to me:: Would you come move your fucking car? Or can I just take it?
Me): Er... ::tries to remember what CD is in it, to avoid possible parent traumatization::
My father): Just take the damn thing.
Me): ....Excuse me? ::bites tongue to not yell "WHO ASKED YOU, ASSHOLE?!":: ...::to mother:: Yeah, sure, fine.
And now I just remembered that I had Jack Off Jill in there.... ohhhhh shit. >_<
But anyway, it pisses me off... I bought and paid for that car MYSELF. WITH MY MONEY. It is MY FUCKING CAR, dammit, and he has no right to say who can drive it and who can't. GRAAAHHHHHHH. bastard!!