Better tidings...right.
Sunday, 29 August 2004 11:07![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_bit_of_wit_2Well, I went to bed happy, and didn't make it through 2 songs before I fell asleep. I have a clear mind again...well, mostly. This morning, I find myself slightly irked. I declared that I'm not spending any more of my money, and all of my remaining money plus my next check is going straight to college to pay for out-of-pocket money, which is looking likely. However, just this morning, my stepdad asks for it to go see a car show.
I tell him I can't, for I need all of my remaining money. I need to save it. So he tells me I've been saving right along, this whole summer.
No, you ass, I've been giving it to you. He then proceeds to tell me how my trip to Oklahoma was a waste of money, going to see someone I never met was a frivolous expense, and I was shirking responsibility at home. My mom, however, countered by saying that it's my hard-earned money, and I'll do with it as I see fit. Thank you, Mom.
So I tell Bob that every bit of it was worth it, for Sarah is a very nice person. "There's nice people here, 10 feet away from you," he says. I was very tempted to bring up his exploits as a teen, like hitchhiking up to Maine from the Cape every week to see your girl. Rather than gripe, though, I retired downstairs.
Blow me, Bob. Why don't you get your ass to work?
Grr. That sounds rather mean of me, but it's how I'm feeling right now.
Now I head to work, and I won't want to come home.
I tell him I can't, for I need all of my remaining money. I need to save it. So he tells me I've been saving right along, this whole summer.
No, you ass, I've been giving it to you. He then proceeds to tell me how my trip to Oklahoma was a waste of money, going to see someone I never met was a frivolous expense, and I was shirking responsibility at home. My mom, however, countered by saying that it's my hard-earned money, and I'll do with it as I see fit. Thank you, Mom.
So I tell Bob that every bit of it was worth it, for Sarah is a very nice person. "There's nice people here, 10 feet away from you," he says. I was very tempted to bring up his exploits as a teen, like hitchhiking up to Maine from the Cape every week to see your girl. Rather than gripe, though, I retired downstairs.
Blow me, Bob. Why don't you get your ass to work?
Grr. That sounds rather mean of me, but it's how I'm feeling right now.
Now I head to work, and I won't want to come home.
