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Sunday, October 23rd, 2005
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10:09p
Okay...time to tell it how it is....you know today one would think would be a great day right ??, well for me my birthday's a great day...but you want to know something...every year my parents treat me like shit on the day...sure you know you get presents and shit...but you know it's a total fucking effort for them to be nice.....like what the fuck is my parents problem...are they that fucking resentful that they have to be nice to someone that perhaps isn't in their generation of friends, you know what, if you can't treat your kids with respect, don't fucking have them.
So am I having a total gripe...you know the day before my birthday, dad asked what I'd like for tea on the night, I said something light, basically I hate fucking heavy food, like a clump of steak and potatoes, or fucking pasta....I hate pasta.....end of story..I use to eat it, but you know it's something I rarely feel like eating, probably because my parents eat it so much...mum loves the stuff...I hate it....anyway, he suggested a Salmon Salad, which I thought was perfect....you know not to heavy....goes nicely with the cheesecake he made the night before ( a special request I put in at birthday time, as its the only time he'll make it)...anyway, they both went out for the day...who know's where, I was stuck at home, by myself...yeah great fucking birthday....oh yeah I recall hearing a Happy Birthday at my bedroom door this morning when I'm trying to sleep...you know not from a long night out partying or anything, but working away on getting things done for the site....oh yeah I forgot to mention I was asked who I'd like over, and of course my Aunt and Uncle was suggested, as they nearly always come over for tea on my birthday...so they were called (not by me). Anyway dad gets home this afternoon with this cheap ass birthday cake from Woolworth's, one they have going out on special on the weekend, and another packet of potato chips, you know when there's already two packets sitting here...and I got pissed off...because they're feeding me fucking junk food...I said, you know what are you trying to do....kill me...we all know that too much fat is bad for the arteries, let alone the heart....and he didn't really say anything...maybe a of course not...then he tell's me where having spinach lasagne...and that he'd bought no DvD's home....and that pretty much when I lost it.
You know I love my vegetables, but of all the vegetables that I'd rather not eat...its spinach...and in lasagne, well it's basically a fucking heavy pasta dish, so I was pretty upset about that...then we'll the DVD's are something he gets every weekend...I mean there's not one weekend in the last year I'd say, that he hasn't brought home a DVD, but you know what....the one thing I might have been looking forward to ...a good movie....because there's fucking shit on T. V...and well of course no Dvd. Anyway I was pretty pissed off, and said, you know I'd like to cancel tonight....because not one fucking thing of it felt like my birthday....he said no...so I said, I'd ring them an cancel it, and of course he said no...and then you know what...I came to the realization...that not one thing of it was to do with my birthday or celebrating anything to do with my birthday...it was about him inviting his brother over for a feed....so basically I got pissed off, and smashed the cake up in it's shitty Woolworths plastic container...not that it didn't already look half bashed to death as it was...
Anyway...of course I was crying in my room by now...and the phone rang, he went to answer it, and I went out in the kitchen.....trying to find some chilly to throw in the food he was cooking...but I couldn't so I grabbed the turmeric and shook it all over the food, which is probably as tastie as it would get...
And then basically I told him, it didn't feel anything like my birthday, I asked him to cancel the guests, and let him know I would not be joining them for dinner. In the meantime Nan called, and I let her know I was upset, and while I was on the phone, mum got home...so of course she's going to be pissed and yell at me...so yeah...great birthday...My aunt and uncle and cousin show up, I hear one knock at the door...and then they go and feed their fat faces without wishing me happy birthday....so fuck off you fuckers...you don't give jack shit about my birthday....and I don't fucking want you over on it...under the pretense that your fucking celebrating it with me...
Oh yeah, and in the meantime I hear mum go on about how I haven't recognised there's, what a fucking bunch of bullshit, I've given them great presents, and when on the occasion perhaps say maybe that I gave her something late (once), it was because I hadn't seen anything appropriate, and rather than give her something she'll never fucking use for the sake of buying something, I waited a week until something turned up that was right for her...so fuck off you fucking dog in a manger....and you know if my cousins wonder why I don't go to their birthdays.....perhaps you might like to know I don't like turning up with my parents...because maybe there only fucking cool when they're around you....and maybe if they'd given me what I've been asking for for years....a fucking years worth or car registration.....maybe I fucking would be there....
SO everybody...can just fucking piss off for wrecking my birthday...and thanks for playing your shitty fucking music....,,which I had to hear from my bedroom ....while you fucking scoffed your faces...and pretended to celebrate my birthday,....Fuck YOu...
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11:36p
Well that's great, dad has just called the police and they've just left. They've left mum with a pamphlet on domestic violence, and of course I'm being painted as the bad guy.
According to them, if I have a charge laid against me, well they've listed all number of things...that supposedly I won't be able to do...I'm going to talk to a lawyer....because there is something not quite right with this picture....when I can be physically and emotionally abused my whole life by these pricks...and be threatened by the police, when I've done nothing wrong. By the way, they've just asked me if I'd like my presents, but considering it's part of my evidence, well at this stage I've declined to open them.
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