Oh Shit, Playoffs

Watching my Yankees winning 4-2, now 6-2 just literally as I typed that. The magic cleaning fairy arrived to clean the house because my father still isn't capable of such things. I got up this morning to clean dishes he left on Sunday and Monday and remnants of dog piss from I don't know when because it's not like he'd ever clean it. At least my cat is fucking adorable. He's pretty much pissed off at everybody and everything right now. Sunday night he gave me the ultimatum of how I needed to choose between him and Kady because he doesn't want her in his life. It's essentially the same thing he does with everybody because he feels like he's the most important person in the world. He's upset I went to the show last night and was even more pissed I think when he found out that Cynthia went. He tells her and Dustan how great of a person she is but he hates her just like everybody else that he knows and seeing her happy when he's still a miserable old fuck actually pains him more than he claims it makes him happy. Only Haley and Donna are immune because he dreams of Haley being a lesbian and is in love with Donna I believe. He was awake when we got home last night but he didn't say anything to me. He called me at about 7 and everyone who knows anything about him knows that he will call me to bitch if I'm not watching a Yankees game or Tar Heels game or something that I should be watching but had something else to do. Tonight he bitched about his bosses tail lights being out in his truck that I worked on for something entirely different last month. So I told him I'd look at them tomorrow so he would shut the fuck up and then he hung up. He's such a little bitch and lung cancer or emphysema couldn't happen soon enough. He's actually visually upset that my mom refused his offer (I never even actually told her) for her to stay in the guest bedroom here instead of with her most recent ex husband who she is flying down to Florida to see tomorrow so she will sign her Escalade over to him. He's a steaming pile of shit and he wants his ex wife from 11 years ago to come stay with him. He's a sick fuck. The show last night was good though. My knee is fucking with me pretty hard as of late which sucks but the crowd was something else. Clutch seems to have a bad cult following of middle aged guys who think it's good music to drink to. I get excited for their new music which is much more upbeat and fun and they like the old jam band type of their old music. We listened to a guy tell strangers about how he is a drummer for a hardcore and thrash band. He claims his hardcore band is like Converge and his thrash band is "Slayer - Reign in Blood times five". It's hard not to laugh in that douchebag's face really. He claims Wino is to guitar what Lemmy is to bass. Obviously he's never seen an amazing guitarist before nor has he ever heard of Les Claypool or Flea apparently. The crowd was filled with people like him though. It could have been worse though, we only had beer spilled on us once. I guess that's all for now. Time to go up 1-0 on the series against the Twins.