Sunday, November 05, 2006
Lets call the whole thing off
It was my boys birthday.
Remind me to post about it later.
My dad didn't even call. Sometimes I hate that man so fucking much. I don't understand how he can still make me feel like that sad twelve year old sitting in the gutter waiting for her daddy to turn up on her birthday. I don't want my kids to know him. I don't ever want him to have the power to make them feel this way.
Piece of shit.
He doesn't know what he's missing out on. He doesn't seem to care much either though. He cares enough to lie to his friends.
Fucker.
Remind me to post about it later.
My dad didn't even call. Sometimes I hate that man so fucking much. I don't understand how he can still make me feel like that sad twelve year old sitting in the gutter waiting for her daddy to turn up on her birthday. I don't want my kids to know him. I don't ever want him to have the power to make them feel this way.
Piece of shit.
He doesn't know what he's missing out on. He doesn't seem to care much either though. He cares enough to lie to his friends.
Fucker.
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11:15 am
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Happy birthday Grimey Joxade!!
(I know, I know. But he'll always be Grimey to me.)
How time flies.
And screw you, Jo's Dad!
>I don't understand how he can still make me feel like
>that sad twelve year old sitting in the gutter waiting for
>her daddy to turn up on her birthday.
Coz you let him, doofus