Oh my fucking God, you won't believe what happened to at our house tonight. It is amusing in the most pathetic way, and I'm still processing what went down. I just have to say that My Fucking Father, who is a small, bitter tool of a man, continues to amaze me with the cruel and stupid things he says. Right now -- although I doubt my fortitude in this attitude -- my sole goal in life is to act, to behave, and to believe directly the opposite from My Fucking Father as possible. Which scares me, because I know there is a lot of me that comes from him.

My God, I should get a blood test to see if he's my real father.