Here We Go Again

Alright, it's another amazing Monday, my father is on the war path. He found out we were going to Satyricon tomorrow without him since he has to work and he's all pissy because he thought it was in October and could take the day off of work to go see them. Of course I could tell him twenty times this week alone about the show it just hit him that it's tomorrow. So the easiest thing for him to do when he's jealous is start a fight. Supposedly he had two big round buds of this great weed that he was saving for the Metallica show in the second drawer of his nightstand away from everything else so he didn't smoke it and Cynthia and I were the only ones here and she must have stolen it. So he went on about how he smokes a lot of pot but 'it doesn't make him stupid' and he knows he didn't smoke it so she had to steal it. I went to the dump to get away from him and got home and cleaned my bathroom a bit since I admit to pissing on the toilet too much like everyone else when you wake up at seven in the morning. We still have this God awful couch that has been pissed on about two hundred times and is chewed apart and my father wants me to sew it closed when Trin gets here because that will make it all better. He's completely insane I tell you. Well here's to another amazing day in hell.