Sunday 3 May 2009

Worst E-mail Evarr

And the award goes to my dad;

"hi m on my way hm. bering a gft"

It's funny how I am more irritated by him for this e-mail than if he hadn't sent one at all. In fact, I would have been pleased not to receive one. This one actually makes me angry. Like, great, the thought of you coming home will be looming like a piano on a weak rope over my head. And you think I want a GIFT from you? Like that will make me look forward to seeing you? What am I, four years old? And the last two gifts you gave me I regifted within days, if not hours. I don't like you. I don't want you to like me or try to get me to like you. Just go away.

I've started drinking again, and he's going to keep on pointing it out.

I've started drinking again.

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