Monday, July 17, 2006

my cocksucking dad

people wonder why i think my dad is an asshole. it's shit like this.

(12:54:47 PM) him: u there!
(12:54:53 PM) me: what.
(12:55:04 PM) him: need a call. office
(12:55:13 PM) me: i'm at the uta library.
(12:55:48 PM) me: your choices are instant message, email, or wait.

[pause]
[he calls my cell]

(1:12:40 PM) me: i told you i'm at the fucking library.

[pause]

(1:15:33 PM) him: I wasn't at my computer.
(1:15:51 PM) him: I have a couple of computer questions.
(1:16:00 PM) him: I'll try to remember them.
(1:16:06 PM) him: TTFN

---

first: call habib, not me, because i don't know shit about your motherfucking telephone system.

second: when you send me an im, don't demand that i call you and then walk away, because within the next ten motherfucking seconds i might respond.

third: i don't give a shit if it was your orgasm that created me. it was long ago and i've paid for your indiscretion with my mother many times over.

fourth: i have other shit to do than be disturbed by you while i'm at school, or at work, or asleep.

he's starting to act like doglady again.

No comments:

Post a Comment