An Overwhelming Sense of Deard?
Well, well, well... Since I have last blasted the interwebs with a cannonical, or indeed connical, (or comical? surely not! Rather, it is something that is laughed at than laughed with, if indeed anyone is laughing.) refute of my latest escapades, things have been happening. The kind of things you put in italics. The Mother message was inevitably one of dissilusion and defection. Apparently I was not doing enough housework. At the house. My parents house. The fact that no one else in my entire family besides myself, and occasionally my father when he doesn't just come home and collapse from work, does any of the house work. I'm talking cleaning, sorting, ironing, washing, drying, dishes, clothes, cat, dog, litter, food... none of it. Well, food maybe, but that's usually dad. But apparently they all have perfectly legitimate excuses that I have yet to hear. Presumably 'work' or 'school'. I could argue that as mum works at a school that kinda cancels those two out, but maybe not. Basically the fact that I have too much of a life to work myself to death is the main reason behind this. The fact that I spend the least amount of time there is not only not a sound base to argue that what "little" (mum's word) work I do is enough, but by not being there to do the work I am being "unfair" (again her word) on the rest of the family. *raises eyebrow in mild confusion* (I would find this immesurably funny if it didnt directly affect me)
In response to this, and the not working thing, my mother brought up a list of jobs around the house (and outside of it for which I was going to apparently apply). In response to this I retorted with a Catholic-Defaming comment about priests and small children that I cannot quite remember not wish to really repeat, except to emphasise that it set dad and I off into hysterics, annoyed mum, and I was therefore able to safely ignore anything she gesticulated wildly about because in my (and dad's) mind, I had bested her and she knew it. Cue evil laughter.
Another thing of note is on a whim I changed the template thingy. This new one looks quite nice. Unfortunately due to my lack of l33t computer skillz, I wiped all that side bar stuff and blogroll things, so sorry if you were there and now aren't. Its not on purpose... :S
That's it for now. Off to melbourne to get my phone charger that I left there... again...
See you when I see you.
In response to this, and the not working thing, my mother brought up a list of jobs around the house (and outside of it for which I was going to apparently apply). In response to this I retorted with a Catholic-Defaming comment about priests and small children that I cannot quite remember not wish to really repeat, except to emphasise that it set dad and I off into hysterics, annoyed mum, and I was therefore able to safely ignore anything she gesticulated wildly about because in my (and dad's) mind, I had bested her and she knew it. Cue evil laughter.
Another thing of note is on a whim I changed the template thingy. This new one looks quite nice. Unfortunately due to my lack of l33t computer skillz, I wiped all that side bar stuff and blogroll things, so sorry if you were there and now aren't. Its not on purpose... :S
That's it for now. Off to melbourne to get my phone charger that I left there... again...
See you when I see you.
2 Comments:
How did I not know there was updatedness? Sounds muchly the hectic.
Trousers
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