my literature account 
yes yes that's what i ended up calling my dad last time he called. mature, no? except i didn't use 'frick'. i'm sure you can guess what i used in its stead so there's no need to say it
if you can't, you're too sheltered to hear it anyway
i tried talking to him but my typical uncontrollable rage took over as usual and i ended up ripping the phone
from the wall then throwing it back
at the wall. needless to say there is a nice dent in the spackle and we're stuck to only using our cells for communication. the good news of it all is that he can't get a hold of me now. i don't think he knows my cell number
i'm very okay with this
in other news, i'll be posting that story on my literature account soon. going to change names and whatnot. i found out that when i change the names, reading it isn't so weird
seriously, you guys should try it. take something that happened to you and try writing it in the third person. turning yourself into the character instead of just writing like its narrative. it feels really weird
i dunno, i think so. maybe its just my crazy speaking
oh, and i've become ridiculously obsessed with warcraft. with nothing much else to do all day but clean, cook, doodle, and browse the internet, that stupid game has started to take up a lot of that extra time. its kinda nice to have something to focus on but at the same time it drives karina crazy. she says i'm like a couch zombie heh
so that's it for now i guess
oh, and remember wherever you go, always... ALWAYS... watch out for johnny the tackling alzhiemer's patient