Happy New Year!

Guess what? I get to go into 2008 broke as hell and in debt, thanks to dear old Dad suddenly deciding that he needed to cut me off, saying that he "never let me get a job" which apparently warped my sense of responsibility. Let me add that this resulted from a conversation where I asked him for some gas money. After I wasted my time listening to some cockamamie scheme one of his friends cooked up, number #1247 in the long list of stupid ass ideas he manages to get involved in, he tells ME that I have no sense of responsibility? That I lean on him too much? Motherfucker (quite literally), I am three months past due on my goddamn bills because I am too fucking scared to ask you for money, thinking you are going to pull this very stunt! As far as letting me have a job, I have been trying to work since I was twelve. I didn't need your vaporware ass letting me do a fucking thing!

Fuck!

And the real hoot? He won't even read this, because the few times he can get online (with a machine I built) with his crappy DIALUP, all he reads is CNN. Fucking ass.

Oh and happy motherfucking new year, everyone.

Update: Well, we talked again, and it mostly ended up where I would talk to him more about my progress or whatnot, and he...well, he never quite said he would give me gas money, but its no big deal now. I needed this kick in the ass, really.

Thanks for the support though.