Right, so my hyper happy mood is gone. Not because something bad happened (although something shitty did go on), but just because I guess I've come down off my caffeine high or something.
I'm drag ass dead tired. Thinking tonight will totally be an early to bed night. Especially since now I have to get up early tomorrow morning. *grits teeth*
How would you like to hear 'You've failed me.' and have no clue as to how. Yup, that's how my dad entered the room a while ago. Apparently right after my aunt left town a couple of weeks ago, he told me to find him a birthday card for one of our close family friends. Her birthday is Friday. Apparently I've failed him in that I forgot to get the card and remind him about it. So now tomorrow morning we both have to get up, go together to get the damn card, and go to the post office so I can talk to the post office clerk and get overnight postage. There's just one problem.
He never said anything to me about it. Further, it really pissed me off how he said 'You failed me.' because he's been failing me for oh, 24 years now. It made me want to scream, especially the accusatory way he was speaking to me. What most likely happened was that he told my aunt about it, forgot to tell me, and thinks he did tell me. That or he got us mixed up again. What irks me is that he got all nasty arguing with me that he DID tell me and I just forgot.
WHY then does he expect me to remember every little fucking thing when apparently I forget so many things?! This is not the first time I've 'forgotten' something that I was never told. Maybe if he'd quit loading so much shit on me, I could remember things. Wait, nope, I'm sorry, I can't 'remember' things out of thin air that I've never been told. Another thing that irks me and INSULTS me is how he mixes me and my aunt up. It's incredibly insulting.
Also, who the hell can't pick out their own fucking birthday card for somebody? Who can't simply explain 'I need this to be delivered tomorrow.' at the post office? He can't. No, he could. He just thinks he's punishing me for forgetting something for him. I'm also getting sick of his attitude ever since because now he's got this patronizing, sly, shitty tone ever since. This whiney, annoying tone that makes me want to rip his eyeballs out through his ears.
Oh here we go again. Now he's bitching about the fucking dishes again. That's it. Tomorrow they're all getting put back whether he fucking likes it or not. He just wants something to bitch about but he's not going to do anything about it.
I've got to go or else I'm going to punch the fucking computer and kill it.



