Monday, December 08, 2003
Funny it isn't..
I guess it's that time in ones life in which you must depart from your parents. The madness of their methods aren't agreeing with me anymore. i'm wanting out!
My dad busts this original plan to clean the basement, and his style is to just get things and toss them! Whats in the boxes? who cares! Just throw it. Do you need it? Well it's outside in the hall, i guess not! just toss it! I think senility has hit or something, they just babble and won't listen to what i'm trying to tell them.
Me: 'dad, what was in that box you tossed.'
'huh? it's older than you, you don't need it..'
'thats not the point, what was in the box?'
'garbage, it's all garbage!'
The box is taped over, who knows what it was.
I'm gonna search for foreclosed houses, it seems it's the only way to live in this land. I just wonder how it works. Theres a house or two in Burlingame that shows for 65,000$. Does that mean i can buy it for 65k? That'll be sweet! Yea it's time for me to leave the roost. Tell the parents good luck with their enormous debt that they don't even blink about and yea. Roxanne often wonders how come i'm not tweaked in such manners. I must be adopted or something. But my value system where did it come from? Where did i get my live-what-you-got kinda lifestyle instead of the let's eat $200 dinners and pay on the credit card 'cuz it's cool to pay the whole tab then ignore the bill and let it pile on lifestyle.
Can't even sell the volvo, it's worth like 11k now. 106k miles, traction control system is broke needs replacement..
This is weak..
it ain't even funny..
I guess it's that time in ones life in which you must depart from your parents. The madness of their methods aren't agreeing with me anymore. i'm wanting out!
My dad busts this original plan to clean the basement, and his style is to just get things and toss them! Whats in the boxes? who cares! Just throw it. Do you need it? Well it's outside in the hall, i guess not! just toss it! I think senility has hit or something, they just babble and won't listen to what i'm trying to tell them.
Me: 'dad, what was in that box you tossed.'
'huh? it's older than you, you don't need it..'
'thats not the point, what was in the box?'
'garbage, it's all garbage!'
The box is taped over, who knows what it was.
I'm gonna search for foreclosed houses, it seems it's the only way to live in this land. I just wonder how it works. Theres a house or two in Burlingame that shows for 65,000$. Does that mean i can buy it for 65k? That'll be sweet! Yea it's time for me to leave the roost. Tell the parents good luck with their enormous debt that they don't even blink about and yea. Roxanne often wonders how come i'm not tweaked in such manners. I must be adopted or something. But my value system where did it come from? Where did i get my live-what-you-got kinda lifestyle instead of the let's eat $200 dinners and pay on the credit card 'cuz it's cool to pay the whole tab then ignore the bill and let it pile on lifestyle.
Can't even sell the volvo, it's worth like 11k now. 106k miles, traction control system is broke needs replacement..
This is weak..
it ain't even funny..
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