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I'm at home - my parents' home...visiting the missus...and, of course my wonderful family, and already things have been... eventful...
Had sex with my lovely lady last night... I'm not bragging, merely reporting, you understand, in my parents' house (not even slightly for the first time, but it's still never lost that whole ... nuance...) and, as ever, given a minimum of physical exertion (because of my parents being just down the corridoor...), she chooses to be rather vocal indeed....
Not that I mind, in fact, it turns me on to all hell and back, but it made me grin and promted my dad to mention that he doesn't mind us shagging so long as we are relatively quiet about it... (no malice when he said it, just him pointing out that he could hear...)
- Then, I spend a day working from my mom n dad's place, while my little bruv studies for an exam on monday... while doing several bongs worth of the midlands finest skunk ... which makes me laugh... not like dope diminishes your memory or 'owt... heh... lovable muppet that he is...
THEN, my dad comes home prodigously drunk (even by my standards, and let's get this clear now - if I can drink, my DAD can DRINK), and proceeds to take offence at me saying "cunt" in front of my bird.
I mention that she's my bird, and while he's quite welcome to make rules about how I act in front of his bird (i.e. my mom, his wife), by the same rules, I'll do what the damn cunting fuck I want in front of my bird.
He gets a little vicious and mentions the iminent possibility of punching my lights out.
I take this in my stride and suggest that I leave right fucking now.
He gets upset (i.e. in a sorry way, not in a nasty way), and we hug a bit while he gets quite down about pissing me off, particularly in light of his currently bad relations with my other two brothers.
The thing is... I love my dad fuckloads, utterly inclusive of his many bad points, and fully appreciative of his myriad good points.
Computers, music, DJing, being a social monster, drinking, smoking, generally being the Man, my dad is fucking ace.
And he's a big old cunt, too, but mostly he's ACE.
So, we hug and make up, and he goes to bed before he pisses anyone else off, and I feel guilty for bringing down his "high". (Well, happy but beligerant booze mood, anyway).
THEN, Liz calls her mom to see how she's doing, as she's not seen much of her, and comes back in tears coz (being as her dad's recently suffered multiple heart attacks and all) her mom was cying when she phoned because her dad was feeling quite sick today. Although apparently he's alright really. But Liz was upset.
So now, I'm watching TV (comedy, thank christ), Liz has gone to bed (my bed in my parents' house, that is) ... and I'm slowly getting towards the state my dad was in earlier.
Damnit.
Things never really change, do they?
I've told my dad (when I've been suitably drunk for the old inhibitions to be down) how much I love him and how I appreciate that a lot of the best influences in my life are down to him, and that unlike my little brother, I don't intend to physically fight him unless entirely fucking necessary (whereas good old Ryan will take to fisticuffs if his tea is late...), and unlike my big brother, I don't intend to fall out with the whole family and declare some sort of bizarre english fatwa.
I'm the most violent, most emotionally unstable, most naive, scared, sociopathic, self-hating, world-killing, over-sensitive, child-like moron-genius of the family, and yet I'm (at least these days) the last one to say "FUCK YOU ALL, I'M LEAVING FOREVER".
Although, there is the fact that I am (at least in the eyes of my dad) the only one of the family that has already effectively said that by leaving home, doing, losing, regaining, moving on from a series of jobs, riding the hilarious tides of the IT industry and my own success, and never having to come back with my tail between my legs. Yet.
So, as far as he's concerned, because I try so hard to be the one they don't have to worry about, to look after myself and not ask for assistance unless I'm well and truly FUCKED... I'm actually the only one of his sons who's really deserted him.
Fuck's sake.
SOMEHOW... my dad feels alienated from me because of this.
Or at least... "distant".
I spose I should prolly just go on the dole, get addicted to heroin, ditch my bird, shack up with a prostitute, contract a fatal disease and spend my last few years at home.
I just have this creeping feeling that in an utterly selfish, yet understandably innocent manner, mom n dad would feel better about that.
... And bollock me constantly for not having a job, living at home, being on the dole, etc.
heh.
Ah, I love 'em.
No, I do, really.
But I'm fucked if I can manage to understand them, love them, live with them AND not just plain make things worse.
Come on, man. I'm a loser as it is.
Don't ask me to be the family guy as WELL as not murdering the first born of all the Americas.
I'm only human.
Righto... it's almost time to go to bed, attempt to gently wake up my bird and then engage in quiet sexual congress...
:)
Also, only two people have replied about the whole interviewing me thing. As expected, I'm not actually interesting enough for this to be necessary. Let's just note, then, that there will only be three people still alive in the world once the DeathBoy World Order comes into being. And me n Sags are only gonna bitch at each other, while Derek will grin n listen to my music. Still at least I'll get laid. Aiight, D9? ;)
I'm at home - my parents' home...visiting the missus...and, of course my wonderful family, and already things have been... eventful...
Had sex with my lovely lady last night... I'm not bragging, merely reporting, you understand, in my parents' house (not even slightly for the first time, but it's still never lost that whole ... nuance...) and, as ever, given a minimum of physical exertion (because of my parents being just down the corridoor...), she chooses to be rather vocal indeed....
Not that I mind, in fact, it turns me on to all hell and back, but it made me grin and promted my dad to mention that he doesn't mind us shagging so long as we are relatively quiet about it... (no malice when he said it, just him pointing out that he could hear...)
- Then, I spend a day working from my mom n dad's place, while my little bruv studies for an exam on monday... while doing several bongs worth of the midlands finest skunk ... which makes me laugh... not like dope diminishes your memory or 'owt... heh... lovable muppet that he is...
THEN, my dad comes home prodigously drunk (even by my standards, and let's get this clear now - if I can drink, my DAD can DRINK), and proceeds to take offence at me saying "cunt" in front of my bird.
I mention that she's my bird, and while he's quite welcome to make rules about how I act in front of his bird (i.e. my mom, his wife), by the same rules, I'll do what the damn cunting fuck I want in front of my bird.
He gets a little vicious and mentions the iminent possibility of punching my lights out.
I take this in my stride and suggest that I leave right fucking now.
He gets upset (i.e. in a sorry way, not in a nasty way), and we hug a bit while he gets quite down about pissing me off, particularly in light of his currently bad relations with my other two brothers.
The thing is... I love my dad fuckloads, utterly inclusive of his many bad points, and fully appreciative of his myriad good points.
Computers, music, DJing, being a social monster, drinking, smoking, generally being the Man, my dad is fucking ace.
And he's a big old cunt, too, but mostly he's ACE.
So, we hug and make up, and he goes to bed before he pisses anyone else off, and I feel guilty for bringing down his "high". (Well, happy but beligerant booze mood, anyway).
THEN, Liz calls her mom to see how she's doing, as she's not seen much of her, and comes back in tears coz (being as her dad's recently suffered multiple heart attacks and all) her mom was cying when she phoned because her dad was feeling quite sick today. Although apparently he's alright really. But Liz was upset.
So now, I'm watching TV (comedy, thank christ), Liz has gone to bed (my bed in my parents' house, that is) ... and I'm slowly getting towards the state my dad was in earlier.
Damnit.
Things never really change, do they?
I've told my dad (when I've been suitably drunk for the old inhibitions to be down) how much I love him and how I appreciate that a lot of the best influences in my life are down to him, and that unlike my little brother, I don't intend to physically fight him unless entirely fucking necessary (whereas good old Ryan will take to fisticuffs if his tea is late...), and unlike my big brother, I don't intend to fall out with the whole family and declare some sort of bizarre english fatwa.
I'm the most violent, most emotionally unstable, most naive, scared, sociopathic, self-hating, world-killing, over-sensitive, child-like moron-genius of the family, and yet I'm (at least these days) the last one to say "FUCK YOU ALL, I'M LEAVING FOREVER".
Although, there is the fact that I am (at least in the eyes of my dad) the only one of the family that has already effectively said that by leaving home, doing, losing, regaining, moving on from a series of jobs, riding the hilarious tides of the IT industry and my own success, and never having to come back with my tail between my legs. Yet.
So, as far as he's concerned, because I try so hard to be the one they don't have to worry about, to look after myself and not ask for assistance unless I'm well and truly FUCKED... I'm actually the only one of his sons who's really deserted him.
Fuck's sake.
SOMEHOW... my dad feels alienated from me because of this.
Or at least... "distant".
I spose I should prolly just go on the dole, get addicted to heroin, ditch my bird, shack up with a prostitute, contract a fatal disease and spend my last few years at home.
I just have this creeping feeling that in an utterly selfish, yet understandably innocent manner, mom n dad would feel better about that.
... And bollock me constantly for not having a job, living at home, being on the dole, etc.
heh.
Ah, I love 'em.
No, I do, really.
But I'm fucked if I can manage to understand them, love them, live with them AND not just plain make things worse.
Come on, man. I'm a loser as it is.
Don't ask me to be the family guy as WELL as not murdering the first born of all the Americas.
I'm only human.
Righto... it's almost time to go to bed, attempt to gently wake up my bird and then engage in quiet sexual congress...
:)
Also, only two people have replied about the whole interviewing me thing. As expected, I'm not actually interesting enough for this to be necessary. Let's just note, then, that there will only be three people still alive in the world once the DeathBoy World Order comes into being. And me n Sags are only gonna bitch at each other, while Derek will grin n listen to my music. Still at least I'll get laid. Aiight, D9? ;)
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Date: 2001-11-02 05:47 pm (UTC)It's alright with me, maybe I could find someone over there... people here are insipid.
damnit
Date: 2001-11-02 06:12 pm (UTC)pffft.
Why the damn hell is it so hard to procure sex in the world?
SHIT.
Re: damnit
Date: 2001-11-02 07:11 pm (UTC)Re: damnit
Date: 2001-11-02 08:40 pm (UTC)Re: damnit
i like you man, but come on! can't you want me for my personality??????
bastard! :)
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Date: 2001-11-06 01:14 am (UTC)