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Jun. 7th, 2004 01:19 pmI have decided that I hate my father.
Really really hate him. Loathe him.
He has gone completley OCD about Cycling. All the time. Seven days a week it seems. And he's pushing it on me. Which is making me go Screw You and your god damn bikes.
And now he's 'made' my mom and I sign up for some goddamn walking class at SEVEN at night. I've got better things to do at seven at night than walk around for a goddamn hour.
Ooooh lookie me I'm walking! Around in a friggin' circle! Isn't that exciting?
All I'm saying is that there will be hell to pay if my birthday present has ANYTHING to do with Bicylces.
Really really hate him. Loathe him.
He has gone completley OCD about Cycling. All the time. Seven days a week it seems. And he's pushing it on me. Which is making me go Screw You and your god damn bikes.
And now he's 'made' my mom and I sign up for some goddamn walking class at SEVEN at night. I've got better things to do at seven at night than walk around for a goddamn hour.
Ooooh lookie me I'm walking! Around in a friggin' circle! Isn't that exciting?
All I'm saying is that there will be hell to pay if my birthday present has ANYTHING to do with Bicylces.