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God damn it, what the hell is it about Wednesday? Bitched at again, twice!, about going back to Portland. Why do all of these discussions have to take place only when it's convenient for my dad? Apparently my wishes don't count for much.

Plus he brought up the possibility of getting me a car. A car? First he gives me the impression that it's going to be such a financial hardship to pay for rent, and then he starts talking about a car? I don't know which fucking way is up anymore. I don't deal well with misleading and withheld information, especially when such trickery is being used to control me.

'Tis the Death of July

There is not a day in July that has a gap as far as LJ goes. Plus the numbers make lovely patterns. (I'm a sucker for palindromes.)

( Yay for theater )