Feb
21
Me: *playing guitar/singing*
Dad: Sorry to rain on your parade, but can you do that somewhere else? It’s echoing. It’s horrible.
Me: Thanks for the vote of confidence.
Dad: Yeah, well. *grumble*
Me: I’m sorry you’re a dick.
Apparently I’m musically incompetent, or so says my father. So much for that career path. I hope he chokes on a dick.
I hope you like Eminem blasting at 2 in the morning, cause that’s what you’re getting for the next week.
