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Happy Birthday, Father.
You annoying little jackass who can’t get his head out of his ass to realize his eldest daughter is twenty-four and you haven’t seen her since her sister was FIVE FUCKING YEARS OLD (and since you’re a moron, I will remind you that daughter is turning fourteen in FEBUARY, which would make my birthday in JANUARY).
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no idea why I wrote that, just felt the sudden urge to rant at my father on his fifty-first birthday.
Thank god he’ll be dead soon.
No other news besides mum is up and around a bit from her bladder surgery…and stupidly returning to work today. I have the flu which kicked in an hour before HP’s second showing (thank god not an hour before the first one) so I only got to see it once before I became sicker then anything.
..and I’m not sure if He is just busy or something went wrong sometime between when I was joking about marrage with V and today but I have barley spoken to Him and V won’t tell me how he is.
…I should go back to bed and hide under the covers…I seem to be in a bad mood and don’t know why.