Glad I even fucking got up today. Thanks Dad for ruining my entire fuckin morning. I get that it’s not raining anymore, but when your daughter is literally begging you to just go with her for ten minutes so she feels confident on her driving test maybe you could just have a little heart.
You jump down my throat two seconds after I get up. After you tell me no, that I can’t show you that I finally know how to back in, you scream at me about taking over the bathroom when all I said was tay “the straightener is on” and “I just want to run it through y hair quickly.” I’m not taking over the bathroom. I’m not spending hours in there. I UNDERSTAND that you and Jen need to use the bathroom. OBVIOUSLY I’m not going to do anything that would potentially make me late.
“Put your fucking hair up and go drive the car.” Thanks for your words of encouragement, your SUCH a wonderful father. Don’t you get that I being judged today?! Don’t you think that I’d like to look just a little bit presentable for my license picture?!!?!? I didn’t do anything wrong so STOP FUCKING YELLING AT ME!
15 minutes and I’m already in a wretched fucking mood. Thanks for being an ass.
