my dad is fckd up.

Alright yesterday, i was on the computer.. and dying of hunger... and then i realized that my dad went out to do something so .. might as well ask him to pick something up right?

NO, wrong.. i was so wrong.. while i was on the phone he was like "no, im doing something at the moment"..and i was like fine no big deal.. joking the subject away then i hear the garage open immediately after i said ok.. and it was him.

SO I HUNG UP THE PHONE

im wrong again, shouldnt of done that... he came in the house and we like why did you hang up on me, and im like you were just there the garage opened and.. "whyd u fucking hang up on me"... "im not like one of your fucking hoodlum friends, do i look like one of your fucking friends"

then he's all up in my face, and im like what...(in my head of course) [why is he gettin all mad, he opened the garage, and i thought i could talk to him then.. so i hung up]

He grabbed my phone, and said yelled and threw it across the fucking room.

there goes my 300 hundred dollar blackberry pearl.. going flying for a trip.

GREAT.

i just walked upstairs didnt say a word, didnt even look at him, didnt even try to get my phone.

so for about 6 hours i was without a phone, bored as fuck, trying to make things right with myself, soooo i waited like a theif until the right time was there.

my parents went to their rooms.. and i snuk (is that a word) downstaris retrieved my phone which the battery was out.. sim card on the table.. and MY TRACK WAS MISSING!

so now i have a blackberry pearl with no fucking trackball.... wow.

and i can only get to messaging with the keys because... thank god i programed it.

so txting is basically my only option now ...


DREAMS DO GET PRETTY FUCKED UP.

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edit:5 min after posting

i had some wierd ass dreams too rofl....

i wont get into it, but something about basketball..

band,girls, scary shit, and my ear drums exploding..

bye. rofl.



-YEAH DREAMS ARE WIERD