Digital Raven (digitalraven) wrote,
Digital Raven

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Here to Vent

Fucking hell, sometimes my family makes me wonder. What part of "Could you just knock the door shut please?" means "I hate you and everything you stand for you fucking worthless pile of human excrement"? Because I can't fucking see it. Apparently my mother can, because when I'm sat in the middle of typing up a couple of thousand on Taint-related diseases and she's just lazing around on the sofa she sure as buggery acted like it. Screamed her head off at me and stormed off. Over being asked if she could close a door.

Then of course my dad comes in and goes off at me for being rude to her and for being a lazy waste of space. Then of course he tells me that the matter is over and there shouldn't be any quibbles because we should be "amicable". Sure, I can be fucking amicable as well if I ignore everything even close to the truth in pursuit of some excuse to rant at something for something they didn't do. And to prove how non-petty they are, they're... sat in the next room from me, watching the same as I am on a cheap portable telly and not talking at me when I attempt communication. What the fuck is wrong with these people that I'm supposedly descended from? Grargh.

Went looking at more bikes earlier. Have an idea of which to get.

Other than that, nothing to report. Go comment on the damn thought-construct evocation stuff, or something else that requires you to use your brain before commenting. This moronic shit doesn't warrant comments.

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