OK, like I said earlier my dad won a trip to the NBA Draft in New York, everything is paid for and all that happy horse shit. Well, yeah, he really insulted me. As soon as he heard he won, he called my mom at work and asked her if she wanted to go, and she said no because she hates basketball. Then my dad calls my brother and asks him if he wants to go, and he says no because he has to work and can't get out of it. So what does he do after that? He invites his friend.
Ya know, I wouldn't be too upset over this if this kind of bullshit didn't happen all the time. This is just another example of how he passes over me when it comes to everything. In four years, he came to one of my tennis matches and yelled at me for losing in the finals of the regional tournament. He never did shit to support me as a kid. He took my brother and his friends to baseball games and never invited me. We have a suite to go to Red Wings games, and not once did he ask me to go this year. He took my brother though. He took his friends though. Did he ever bother to ask me to go with him? No. Why would he do something like that? I mean, it would only be nice and respectable of him to fucking include me in his fucking life. No matter how much he doesn't want to admit it, this wierd kid here is still his son, no matter what.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
Mr. Bojangles wrote:Oh by the way who wo this years championship? not Dallas, not NJ, and certainly not those godamned s-lakers. that's right San Antonino.....BOOYA!
*coughcough* the only reason san antonio won was because dirk was out. if dirk was playing, he would have kicked san antonio's sorry ass.
For Your Lungs Only wrote:OK, like I said earlier my dad won a trip to the NBA Draft in New York, everything is paid for and all that happy horse shit. Well, yeah, he really insulted me. As soon as he heard he won, he called my mom at work and asked her if she wanted to go, and she said no because she hates basketball. Then my dad calls my brother and asks him if he wants to go, and he says no because he has to work and can't get out of it. So what does he do after that? He invites his friend.
alan, that story reminds me of what my brother did to me a couple of yeras ago. he won tickets to an olp concert. he didn't ask me if i wanted to go and he went with a friend instead. he doesn't even like olp and he knows how much i love them. i didn't talk to him for a week. i am still holding a grudge aganist him.
Well, I already have a pretty crappy history with my dad as it is, so if his plane goes down on the way to New York, well, let's just say I won't shed a tear.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
That's pretty sad. I'm sorry for your relationship with your dad, Alan. I guess I've been pretty lucky because my parents and brother both love me and think of me.
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sigh. my friend and i just went to the mall to get radiohead tickets. we did not succeed. we lined up and halfway through the line, they were already at crappy lawn seats. so i get out my cell phone and start calling ticketmaster and all i got was a busy signal. then we ran to hallmark because my friend works there, and used their computer to try and buy tickets, but they were all sold out.
yea well, my friend wanted to go to the mall to buy them, so i went along with her. i honestly didn't think that many people were going to be there. i didn't think so many people that live in my area listen to good music.
-Jillian member of the pokémon league i wanna hold you high and steal your pain away if i don't make it know that i've loved you all along when you are with me i'm free that hazy moon will be ash in the wind real soon
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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-Jillian member of the pokémon league i wanna hold you high and steal your pain away if i don't make it know that i've loved you all along when you are with me i'm free that hazy moon will be ash in the wind real soon
-Jillian member of the pokémon league i wanna hold you high and steal your pain away if i don't make it know that i've loved you all along when you are with me i'm free that hazy moon will be ash in the wind real soon
My aunt just died. I got the phone call from my grandma a minute ago. She had leukemia and was in a coma. Yeah, that is death #3 in my family this year.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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i hate that class.. but it is also my last, which is nice
