I'm fucking through with him. Fuck, I'm not doing dick all for him any more. He does nothing. "Name the last time you asked me to do something" Uhh... Vacuum my room so I don't choke on dust? Clean up after yourself? Turn your music off when you leave the house? Do stuff for yourself instead of getting everyone else to?
I'm not going to fucking call in because you'll be late. If he didn't need to be "PERFECT" with his prep pants gangsta style, and his hair in "just that way" and whatever fifty million other things he does, and ran to school, he would have effing made it. But no, he had to make sure that not one hair is out of place, and he has to spend ten minutes arguing with me to call into the school and say he'll be late, so he doesn't get dinged for it.
Does he know how many times I've skipped breakfast because I'll be late if I eat? Bet he made the longest thing possible too. If he really wanted to make it on time this morning, he would have gotten ready quickly, and ran a bit to school. Whatever, I could care less if he misses his precious ski trip. if he wasn't such a "badboy!!" all the time, then he wouldn't be in this mess.
Well, fuck him. I don't even have to deal with it any more. I refuse to. No more.
Can't fucking WAIT till Calgary