Welp
My dad is going to a work convention next week—even though he doesn’t need to and they’re useless and we might sell something worth a lot of money—and guess what money he used to buy the tickets?
Guess who can’t go to New York this spring break? Oh no, it’s fine! It’s not like I’ve been looking forward to anything for months and pestered about it daily. Really, Dad, have fun.
♥ Fév 26th at 4PM / tagged: personal issues. thanks a FUCKING LOT DAD. i really didn't need any more of this now. / reblog
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thedancingslytherin a dit :
Oh god, are you okay? Normally I always offer to punch the bad person in the face but I think this could get difficult…
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emptylungsandblurredeyes a dit :
Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Kris.
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