Dad Anecdotes
May. 3rd, 2006 09:28 pmAlright, first. After I flinched when it looked like he was going to throw a shirt at me (he wasn't and I was being paranoid), Dad took it faux-personally.
Dad: "You don't trust me."
Me: "... well... I mean, you've done it before..."
Dad: "You don't trust your own father... your own, loving father..." *Picks up a pillow from a nearby couch and throws it at me.*
Me: "Ack!"
Dad: "Your own loving, trusting father..."
So we went to see The Promise, and whilst waiting for it I was reading a book. And Dad... well, he took out a knife and started poking at my leg with the dull end of it because he decided against bringing a book and regretted it immediately.
Long story short, The Promise is seventeen flavors of stupid. Don't watch it.
Dad: "You don't trust me."
Me: "... well... I mean, you've done it before..."
Dad: "You don't trust your own father... your own, loving father..." *Picks up a pillow from a nearby couch and throws it at me.*
Me: "Ack!"
Dad: "Your own loving, trusting father..."
So we went to see The Promise, and whilst waiting for it I was reading a book. And Dad... well, he took out a knife and started poking at my leg with the dull end of it because he decided against bringing a book and regretted it immediately.
Long story short, The Promise is seventeen flavors of stupid. Don't watch it.
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Date: 2006-05-04 05:27 pm (UTC)You're never on AIM anymore. Not that we talk much, but I got used to seeing your name there. What's up with that?
Also, you seem to have dropped off my list on last.fm. So sad.
You need to hear Michael Leviton, by the way. Just saying.
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Date: 2006-05-05 04:39 am (UTC)It's been fixed now, though. I'll probably be on later tonight.