that’s it. i quit. i utterly give up now.
i come back home early this evening – new year’s eve for those of you who’ve spent the last millennium hibernating in a hole – because a) my father is sick and b) it’s not the time for me to be away all night partying, just so that he doesn’t have to be alone. i know. i’m such an awesome son.
one hour later, he informs me that he’s going to go drinking with his buddies. and he has the balls to say he’s going out to “dinner”. at 10 pm. to the trendiest party spot in the country. right.
what the fuck?
oh, and happy new year, fuckers.