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what a shitty holiday season
Dec. 27th, 2004 08:52 amWell, I was pretty much over the flu by Christmas, but by then, Hunter and Mom had gotten it. So it was just me going to Grandma Julie's for Christmas Day while they stayed home. And Hunter got it pretty bad--he caught the viral flu. He had to be ran to the hospital because he was THAT badly dehydrated and was put on two IV drips. But I made it to the theater for Shaun of the Dead and then just went home. I was too tired to stay for the other movie. Thank God we weren't doing Rocky Horror this week.
I didn't get a whole lot for Christmas, but then again, I didn't ask for a whole lot. I spent more on others than I actually received this year, which makes me feel a little bad that I wasn't really in other people's thoughts. But that's life--I should be ready to expect such disappointments.
Dad and Mom have been at it again. I don't know what was up his ass, but Dad was just downright shitty the whole time he was home. He's probably pissed off that he can't go down to Alabama to visit Cosette (oh darn, we can't afford for him to blow money to kiss his mother's ass) like he does every year. He wasted way too much money on food to try to shove down out throats, even though we were all sick. Ooh, get this. Hunter pukes at the dinner table while we're eating STEAK, and Dad has the balls to blame it on ME because I "made him with my talking about food," even though the doctor told Hunter to stick to easy mild food. Like Dad ever listens, the fucking asshole. Then I get up to clean it up and Dad tells me to sit my ass down and not worry about it. I tell him that Mom's been cleaning up after the two of us (me and Hunter) and I was going to take care of it, and DAD...he had the fucking balls to tell me, "You just feel guilty because you made your brother puke, now sit your ass down and eat your steak."
Took me every single bit of energy to stay composed and NOT smack him across the face for being such a fucking asshole. Mom and I are really sick of his shit. I wish the two of them would quit talking and dancing around it and just get a divorce already.
Today I got up and had to run out to Wilco for more fluids for Hunter, and it was super cold outside. I work from four to close tonight. Fun fun fun.
I didn't get a whole lot for Christmas, but then again, I didn't ask for a whole lot. I spent more on others than I actually received this year, which makes me feel a little bad that I wasn't really in other people's thoughts. But that's life--I should be ready to expect such disappointments.
Dad and Mom have been at it again. I don't know what was up his ass, but Dad was just downright shitty the whole time he was home. He's probably pissed off that he can't go down to Alabama to visit Cosette (oh darn, we can't afford for him to blow money to kiss his mother's ass) like he does every year. He wasted way too much money on food to try to shove down out throats, even though we were all sick. Ooh, get this. Hunter pukes at the dinner table while we're eating STEAK, and Dad has the balls to blame it on ME because I "made him with my talking about food," even though the doctor told Hunter to stick to easy mild food. Like Dad ever listens, the fucking asshole. Then I get up to clean it up and Dad tells me to sit my ass down and not worry about it. I tell him that Mom's been cleaning up after the two of us (me and Hunter) and I was going to take care of it, and DAD...he had the fucking balls to tell me, "You just feel guilty because you made your brother puke, now sit your ass down and eat your steak."
Took me every single bit of energy to stay composed and NOT smack him across the face for being such a fucking asshole. Mom and I are really sick of his shit. I wish the two of them would quit talking and dancing around it and just get a divorce already.
Today I got up and had to run out to Wilco for more fluids for Hunter, and it was super cold outside. I work from four to close tonight. Fun fun fun.
