listening:: myself, ranting about viruses
Some virus is making popups, well, pop up, whenever I open internet explorer. Godammit. I thought I deleted that trojan last week.
It's amazing what my parents and I can argue about: anything. Anything. I laughed because my six-year-old brother thought Cutthroat Island (A mildly action-packed pirate movie) was a horror movie. So I told him, no, that's not a horror movie, it's an action-adventure movie. Joseph (the brother) stuck out his tongue. Dad got so fuckin pissed. At me. I asked him to tell Joseph not to stick his tongue out at me, but he just kept going on and on about my "mistake" I guess. Geez. Joseph said something funny out of his childish ignorance and I laughed. Woop-dee-fucking-doo. God I fucking hate that man sometimes. He gets soooooo mad about little things, and then he goes on about respect. Yep. There's no avoiding the respect. I usually have fun with my dad, but then once you cross that line, it's just like...get the fuck away from me.
Gah. What an emo day. *Goes to cry in the corner and slit her wrists* Boohoo.