Maybe not...
Turns out my mother isn't much better than Gord...
Patrick called me while I was at dads, offering me a deal with the truck, saying if I gave him abit of money, it would help him with getting a new tempo, as well as he would keep the stereo in it for me. awesome! great, that works.
until he called mom and run it by.
she freaked!
"Your father doesn't know enough but safety testing that thing! You need to let it go, it's a piece of junk, let go of it! It's old, and not safe for her!"
BULLSHIT
my father has been a mechanic for more than 30 years. he's had the truck since the seventies and knows it inside out better than the best mechanic in the world. better than the people who made it, whats more.
not safe? It's a fucking TANK! If something hit me, they wouldn't go through me, they would go around me in that thing. it has a reinforced structure, extra steel, it literally IS a fucking tank!
affordability is that only problem, since it costs about ten bucks for a two way trip to belleville. bad mileage, really bad, but for a truck that size, a tank, its good mileage.
it IS safe. the only bad thing about it is that the speedometer is broken. other than that, it's perfectly fine. and its cheaper than getting a new car, having to pay billions of dollars on shit like repairs and what not.... if i had the truck, i could push the fucking thing to my dads to fix it for free. once again, he knows it better than anyone else alive ever could, it's better!
god, i'm so pissed at her. She completely threw aside everything about my dad. shes prejudice, for fucks sake! errrrrr
i told her that if I didn't get into school, I would still move to Missisauga to live with my grandma and mickey.... and she freaked.
"I don't mind you moving, but not there. i'm afraid you'll get cancer with second-hand smoke" etc etc.
err, i couldn't help but think: I've smoked, for gods sake, what the hell damage coudl be done beyond that? I'm happier there than anywhere else, and it's family.
sometimes I think she hates my dads family.
God, my mom...
kind, yes... but obsessed with looks. She bitched at me for leaving the house in my pajama bottoms to go to work.... where people have to WORK to see my pants. that the hell? I wear what I wear, and she gives me this look when I go out, or sometimes says- "you're wearing that?"
she bitches about my spending habits, but she pays more for one object than I do on an entire trip. Hypocrit! fuck, sometimes i really do hate her.... even if she is my mother. I would rather live with my dad. I don't give a fuck if people think it's a lower-style of life, without all the fashionable tastes, what not, I don't give a shit. Quality of life is more important than making yourself look better so people think more highly of you, MOTHER.
christ, my household parents are annoying. mom can be no better than gord sometimes. christ, she claims to know me, to have so much in common with me-
yeah right. if you did, mom, you wouldn't act like a DICK sometimes. If you knew, you would wake up to how I feel, and NOT say money is important when i'm on the edge of a fucking breakdown.
and thats why i don't talk. that's why I sleep so much, why i avoid being around you sometimes, because you really are unbearable! if my dad had another room, i would move out there in a heartbeat. anything, god, ANYTHING to escape this way of life. I can't stand you sometimes!
so, unless My brother goes through with his plan on fooling mom and gord to sign the papers back to dad, i'm not getting the chevy... my precious truck. I don't care how old it is, it's safe for me to learn in. i love it anyway.
Patricks Plan: Fool mom and gord that he's going to sell it back to dad, so they sign the papers back to him. then it's no longer their choice if i get it or not. take that!
other than that, my night was good. I went to dads, hung out there, learned a bit about batteries, Pat bosiak came over for a bit. I love that guy, he really is great. Pat is an old friend of my dads, and as soon as he came in the door, there were roars of laughter, it was so great.
Pat was in a peace-keeping thing overseas a while back, and has seen some ghastly things. he saw someones head get blown off.
He's been really depressed in the past too. he's in Electro-shock therapy, he's been through it all... and he's looking great now! He's lost a lot of weight, he's happy, he's such a great guy, he really is. I love him like a member of the family. He's my uncle Pat....
anyway, good night. i talked to dad a bit more about my future, all that scary shit. it was a good night, save for the whole truck thing. I'm amazed, sometimes, at how stupid my mother can be and how prejudicial she really is sometimes... im still stunned...
my Mother? I would expect this from gord, not my mom....
Patrick called me while I was at dads, offering me a deal with the truck, saying if I gave him abit of money, it would help him with getting a new tempo, as well as he would keep the stereo in it for me. awesome! great, that works.
until he called mom and run it by.
she freaked!
"Your father doesn't know enough but safety testing that thing! You need to let it go, it's a piece of junk, let go of it! It's old, and not safe for her!"
BULLSHIT
my father has been a mechanic for more than 30 years. he's had the truck since the seventies and knows it inside out better than the best mechanic in the world. better than the people who made it, whats more.
not safe? It's a fucking TANK! If something hit me, they wouldn't go through me, they would go around me in that thing. it has a reinforced structure, extra steel, it literally IS a fucking tank!
affordability is that only problem, since it costs about ten bucks for a two way trip to belleville. bad mileage, really bad, but for a truck that size, a tank, its good mileage.
it IS safe. the only bad thing about it is that the speedometer is broken. other than that, it's perfectly fine. and its cheaper than getting a new car, having to pay billions of dollars on shit like repairs and what not.... if i had the truck, i could push the fucking thing to my dads to fix it for free. once again, he knows it better than anyone else alive ever could, it's better!
god, i'm so pissed at her. She completely threw aside everything about my dad. shes prejudice, for fucks sake! errrrrr
i told her that if I didn't get into school, I would still move to Missisauga to live with my grandma and mickey.... and she freaked.
"I don't mind you moving, but not there. i'm afraid you'll get cancer with second-hand smoke" etc etc.
err, i couldn't help but think: I've smoked, for gods sake, what the hell damage coudl be done beyond that? I'm happier there than anywhere else, and it's family.
sometimes I think she hates my dads family.
God, my mom...
kind, yes... but obsessed with looks. She bitched at me for leaving the house in my pajama bottoms to go to work.... where people have to WORK to see my pants. that the hell? I wear what I wear, and she gives me this look when I go out, or sometimes says- "you're wearing that?"
she bitches about my spending habits, but she pays more for one object than I do on an entire trip. Hypocrit! fuck, sometimes i really do hate her.... even if she is my mother. I would rather live with my dad. I don't give a fuck if people think it's a lower-style of life, without all the fashionable tastes, what not, I don't give a shit. Quality of life is more important than making yourself look better so people think more highly of you, MOTHER.
christ, my household parents are annoying. mom can be no better than gord sometimes. christ, she claims to know me, to have so much in common with me-
yeah right. if you did, mom, you wouldn't act like a DICK sometimes. If you knew, you would wake up to how I feel, and NOT say money is important when i'm on the edge of a fucking breakdown.
and thats why i don't talk. that's why I sleep so much, why i avoid being around you sometimes, because you really are unbearable! if my dad had another room, i would move out there in a heartbeat. anything, god, ANYTHING to escape this way of life. I can't stand you sometimes!
so, unless My brother goes through with his plan on fooling mom and gord to sign the papers back to dad, i'm not getting the chevy... my precious truck. I don't care how old it is, it's safe for me to learn in. i love it anyway.
Patricks Plan: Fool mom and gord that he's going to sell it back to dad, so they sign the papers back to him. then it's no longer their choice if i get it or not. take that!
other than that, my night was good. I went to dads, hung out there, learned a bit about batteries, Pat bosiak came over for a bit. I love that guy, he really is great. Pat is an old friend of my dads, and as soon as he came in the door, there were roars of laughter, it was so great.
Pat was in a peace-keeping thing overseas a while back, and has seen some ghastly things. he saw someones head get blown off.
He's been really depressed in the past too. he's in Electro-shock therapy, he's been through it all... and he's looking great now! He's lost a lot of weight, he's happy, he's such a great guy, he really is. I love him like a member of the family. He's my uncle Pat....
anyway, good night. i talked to dad a bit more about my future, all that scary shit. it was a good night, save for the whole truck thing. I'm amazed, sometimes, at how stupid my mother can be and how prejudicial she really is sometimes... im still stunned...
my Mother? I would expect this from gord, not my mom....
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