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.
[he calls my cell]
(1:12:40 PM) me: i told you i'm at the fucking library.
(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.