this week just fucking sucks. First my dad blows up at me earlier this week. now my brand new ipod dock for my truck fucking doesnt work. the stupid piece of shit wouldnt let my radio turn on so i could fucking use it after i changed my battery. fuck technology…seriously.
Honestly, i dont know why i always get his wrath. So today I went to Costco with him to pick up some food and a new battery for my truck. Then we get home and I proceed to installing the battery. I try and fit it snug and everything but It wouldn’t work. So i go ask for his opinion on what i should do. He tells me that I should try using one of the plastic mounts that came with the battery and cut one of the holes bigger to make it fit more snug. Now this is where all hell breaks loose. He tells me one way of taking the measurements to make it fit, and I try and give him my idea on how to measure it but he would have none of it. This all escalates into a shouting match outside that ended with him threatening me with losing access to the truck, my stuff, etc. But heres where it gets ridiculous. My mom comes outside and says i need to apologize to him when it was my dad who was being a stubborn ass. It always fucking frustrates me whenever something goes down like this, i always take more heat than other people in my house. Why am i held to some other standard to where when i step out of line the shit hits the fan, but when my brother does, he seems to get just a slap on the wrist. And my family wonders why i choose to isolate myself.
Fuck yea! I’m watching Star Wars!