As expected, the old man is continuing his crusade to get himself killed. Here's the deal:
I grow tired of having such extremely limited net access due to his belief that I am pure evil preventing me from using the laptop and the library pc's being limited time and well...sucking ass. So I'm looking at investing in a half decent net book. Doesn't need to be anything flashy. Just anything with wireless net access so I can leech off next door, a decent processor so it's not slower than the old man's thought process, and a decent hard drive.
There's one or two in Curry's over at Gallagher retail park which look ideal. 160gb hard drive, 1gb ram, wifi, webcam, all mod cons, good sense of humour. Perfect. Price ranges between 200-250 quid. Not bad I guess. So can I pay in installments instead of saving for months on end? You know what I'm like for saving, I get to about three weeks in, lose interest and buy something random, at least if I have a bill it keeps me focussed. Yes, can pay by installments. Added bonus, I can put down a 20 quid deposit and walk away with it, paying the rest off at my own reasonable pace over the next 6 months. Sounds ideal, right?
No. Of course my money is at present paid into a post office account. Ergo I cannot set up direct debits, and to my lasting regret I can't simply pay off the rest in cash in store, which would have been ideal. So I find myself in need of a decent bank account. Problem: lack of valid ID. Ergo cannot set up decent bank account.
Leaving me with one option. route the direct debit through another account, someone who I can pass the cash on to every two weeks when I get paid. Wait a moment, the old man has a bank account. Ask him. After all, the repayments are no trouble, the ammount I'd have to pay back each week is roughly what I find behind the sofa, I can afford it with no fuss at a tenner a week and still have enough left over as 'foldin money'. So the plan involves no cost or risk on the old man's part, simply for him to act as a middle man for my payments, which I remind would be paid off with no question at the exact same time every two weeks.
Of course he refused to help, for no reason other than it being me that's asking.
As usual he's refusing to do anything for me. Even the slightest little favour. Even one that requires no imput from him at all. I know exactly why. By acquiring my own netbook I would no longer require his laptop for anything. Meaning he could no longer restrict use of it for when I've sufficiently grovelled and done all the house work like some fucking Cinderella figure for his twisted amusement.
Gaia, I ask you now. WHAT THE FUCK WENT WRONG? WHY HIM? OF ALL THE MEN IN THIS UNIVERSE, WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE THAT ONE AS A FATHER?! HITLER WOULD'VE BEEN BETTER. SERIOUSLY. AT LEAST THEN I'D HAVE INCOME FROM THE TALK SHOWS.
If things persist like this and he continues to treat me like shit, I am going to slit his throat. I won't even give it a second thought. I'll simply rip him head off. I don't even care any more. I'm sick of being treated like a fourth class citizen simply because he's too fucking bone idle to face up to his decisions in life. Why? Because of his delusions that he is the absolute centre of the universe, that everyone else is at fault, that he's perfect and everyone should follow his example. Huh. Let's analyze that, shall we?
WORK
- He spent 30 years flitting between thankless carpentry jobs, unable to hold down any position for any length of time due to his innate ability to piss off everyone he meets. He continues to spout blatant lies about some past military career, despite contradicting himself on countless occasions. That's what playing the Phoenix Wright saga does to you, you get good at spotting stuff like that. Now he's a 56 year old diabetic with a broken back and no driving license. He'll never work again and yet continues to look down on me like he's somehow better than me.
- I on the other hand am trying to pursue my dreams. I may succeed, I may not. But at least I have the courage to try. I'm still young and have plenty of time. And my list of victories grows by the day. I already have four interviews lined up for the next week. Three of which look extremely promising.
HOME
- He lives in Coventry by choice, a place where we know nobody, everyone hates everyone else, and muggings are a daily event.
- I live in Coventry due to a lack of other viable options.
SOCIAL LIFE
- He has no friends at all, people only ever drop by when they want something from him.
- I have my friends, some of which have stuck by me through thick and thin for nearly 15 years, Jess, you guys on the 'temp, Pete, that's just the start.
WOMEN
- He's fucked up pretty much every relationship he's ever been a part of because he could never get his priorities straight.
- I have Jess, the latest in a pretty extensive list of beautiful ladies who desire my company. I don't even try, I swear. But check out my friends list some time. Made up primarily of cute girls aged 19-23. All of which I know pretty well.
DREAMS
- He appears to have no aspirations of any kind, believing that life is simply to be survived, not enjoyed.
- I on the other hand believe that if you're not having fun, you're not truly living. I'd rather chase my dreams and die trying than sit pointlessly moping and edge myself ever closer to the grave so I don't have to jump so far when it finally opens up.
LASTING IMPACT
- Nobody will remember him when he finally breaks my limits and dies.
- There are people I've not spoken to in over a decade that still remember every detail of every meeting we ever had. IE: Natalie, Laura, etc.
SUCCESSES
- He appears to have acheived basically nothing at all, merely hanging on to his shell of a life for no apparant reason.
- I've saved at least four lives thus far and I'm only 22. While my list of work based achievements is indeed lacking, there's more to life than what we do to pay the bills.
OTHER
- He did THIS to his car ->
There you have it. Pretty conclusive proof that his is NOT an example worth following.
I may have to kill him this weekend. There's clearly no point in his existance, why prolong it?
Pray Jess is free this weekend to calm me down. Otherwise I can't be absolutely sure I'll ever be on the 'temp again. I doubt we get internet access in prison.
I grow tired of having such extremely limited net access due to his belief that I am pure evil preventing me from using the laptop and the library pc's being limited time and well...sucking ass. So I'm looking at investing in a half decent net book. Doesn't need to be anything flashy. Just anything with wireless net access so I can leech off next door, a decent processor so it's not slower than the old man's thought process, and a decent hard drive.
There's one or two in Curry's over at Gallagher retail park which look ideal. 160gb hard drive, 1gb ram, wifi, webcam, all mod cons, good sense of humour. Perfect. Price ranges between 200-250 quid. Not bad I guess. So can I pay in installments instead of saving for months on end? You know what I'm like for saving, I get to about three weeks in, lose interest and buy something random, at least if I have a bill it keeps me focussed. Yes, can pay by installments. Added bonus, I can put down a 20 quid deposit and walk away with it, paying the rest off at my own reasonable pace over the next 6 months. Sounds ideal, right?
No. Of course my money is at present paid into a post office account. Ergo I cannot set up direct debits, and to my lasting regret I can't simply pay off the rest in cash in store, which would have been ideal. So I find myself in need of a decent bank account. Problem: lack of valid ID. Ergo cannot set up decent bank account.
Leaving me with one option. route the direct debit through another account, someone who I can pass the cash on to every two weeks when I get paid. Wait a moment, the old man has a bank account. Ask him. After all, the repayments are no trouble, the ammount I'd have to pay back each week is roughly what I find behind the sofa, I can afford it with no fuss at a tenner a week and still have enough left over as 'foldin money'. So the plan involves no cost or risk on the old man's part, simply for him to act as a middle man for my payments, which I remind would be paid off with no question at the exact same time every two weeks.
Of course he refused to help, for no reason other than it being me that's asking.
As usual he's refusing to do anything for me. Even the slightest little favour. Even one that requires no imput from him at all. I know exactly why. By acquiring my own netbook I would no longer require his laptop for anything. Meaning he could no longer restrict use of it for when I've sufficiently grovelled and done all the house work like some fucking Cinderella figure for his twisted amusement.
Gaia, I ask you now. WHAT THE FUCK WENT WRONG? WHY HIM? OF ALL THE MEN IN THIS UNIVERSE, WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE THAT ONE AS A FATHER?! HITLER WOULD'VE BEEN BETTER. SERIOUSLY. AT LEAST THEN I'D HAVE INCOME FROM THE TALK SHOWS.
If things persist like this and he continues to treat me like shit, I am going to slit his throat. I won't even give it a second thought. I'll simply rip him head off. I don't even care any more. I'm sick of being treated like a fourth class citizen simply because he's too fucking bone idle to face up to his decisions in life. Why? Because of his delusions that he is the absolute centre of the universe, that everyone else is at fault, that he's perfect and everyone should follow his example. Huh. Let's analyze that, shall we?
WORK
- He spent 30 years flitting between thankless carpentry jobs, unable to hold down any position for any length of time due to his innate ability to piss off everyone he meets. He continues to spout blatant lies about some past military career, despite contradicting himself on countless occasions. That's what playing the Phoenix Wright saga does to you, you get good at spotting stuff like that. Now he's a 56 year old diabetic with a broken back and no driving license. He'll never work again and yet continues to look down on me like he's somehow better than me.
- I on the other hand am trying to pursue my dreams. I may succeed, I may not. But at least I have the courage to try. I'm still young and have plenty of time. And my list of victories grows by the day. I already have four interviews lined up for the next week. Three of which look extremely promising.
HOME
- He lives in Coventry by choice, a place where we know nobody, everyone hates everyone else, and muggings are a daily event.
- I live in Coventry due to a lack of other viable options.
SOCIAL LIFE
- He has no friends at all, people only ever drop by when they want something from him.
- I have my friends, some of which have stuck by me through thick and thin for nearly 15 years, Jess, you guys on the 'temp, Pete, that's just the start.
WOMEN
- He's fucked up pretty much every relationship he's ever been a part of because he could never get his priorities straight.
- I have Jess, the latest in a pretty extensive list of beautiful ladies who desire my company. I don't even try, I swear. But check out my friends list some time. Made up primarily of cute girls aged 19-23. All of which I know pretty well.
DREAMS
- He appears to have no aspirations of any kind, believing that life is simply to be survived, not enjoyed.
- I on the other hand believe that if you're not having fun, you're not truly living. I'd rather chase my dreams and die trying than sit pointlessly moping and edge myself ever closer to the grave so I don't have to jump so far when it finally opens up.
LASTING IMPACT
- Nobody will remember him when he finally breaks my limits and dies.
- There are people I've not spoken to in over a decade that still remember every detail of every meeting we ever had. IE: Natalie, Laura, etc.
SUCCESSES
- He appears to have acheived basically nothing at all, merely hanging on to his shell of a life for no apparant reason.
- I've saved at least four lives thus far and I'm only 22. While my list of work based achievements is indeed lacking, there's more to life than what we do to pay the bills.
OTHER
- He did THIS to his car ->
There you have it. Pretty conclusive proof that his is NOT an example worth following.
I may have to kill him this weekend. There's clearly no point in his existance, why prolong it?
Pray Jess is free this weekend to calm me down. Otherwise I can't be absolutely sure I'll ever be on the 'temp again. I doubt we get internet access in prison.
