Ness, you seem to be in the dark. Let me fill you in.

My dad no longer "unofficially" lives here. Before, we'd tell people (meaning: school officials, tax officials, officials officials) that he didn't live here. I don't know why we did it. Well, now, he doesn't. He had to "get his life together". Whatever. I don't care.


Ok, I care, but not really. Like, I'm glad he wants to straighten his "life" out (I thought he was on the straight and narrow, but then again, what do I really know?), all I want is for the guy to be happy. But...I'm just mad. Not fuming mad, but..(I need to broaden my vocabulary...) just mad. Annoyed mad without the annoyance part. I guess. I dunno.


Then he shows up over this house all the time. He has an apartment God Knows Where, yet he's always over here! At night it's understandable, since us females need protection (that, I'm only guessing here, an alarm that's connected to the police can't give) while my mom's at work. But for dinner? What the hell? Does "getting your life together" also inovle getting your own damn cookbook? I don't want to see someone who doesn't want to see me. And since my mom is my mom, and since he doesn't wanna see her, he doesn't want to see me. I don't want him to force his "life" offtrack so he can eat our food.


I love Rihanna's "Shut Up and Drive" song. It makes me think of scantily clad sexy men (I have the urge to say boys, but, I'm trying to be legal today) grinding up on cars. Yeah. Men with muscle, lean muscle. With long hair. And tall. Race doesn't matter. Sexual orientation could be...(If you see what I see, you'd see GAY) straight! Lol, that would be good. Straight guys that look extremely gay and feminine. Maybe that's what I'm attracted to or something. I've been that way for a while.