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Look, I don't WANT food. I was going to get a SANDWICH or maybe some of last nights salmon on crackers. I DO NOT WANT DINNER. YOU ARE NOT FUCKING HELPFUL. You want noodles and sauce? Fine, I tossed them on thestove, you can cook them and eat them yourself, I don't CARE If you're probably passed out on the couch and the goddamn food is going to burn. I just wanted to grab a little food for myself. My blood sugar is low. I'm cranky.
And I don't. fucking. want. to. eat. with. you.
And I don't like the fact that you IGNORE everything I say and ASSUME that I can hear you DESPITE ME ASKING YOU REPEATEDLY TO REPEAT YOURSELF.
JUST FUCK OFF DAD.
Going to go fucking stir my father's fucking dinner.
Edit: Problem solved, grumpy almost always cured by food. >> Funny, cause I could swear I had lunch today. Luch AND a candy bar and... ooh, I have tea in my backpack. :D
And I don't. fucking. want. to. eat. with. you.
And I don't like the fact that you IGNORE everything I say and ASSUME that I can hear you DESPITE ME ASKING YOU REPEATEDLY TO REPEAT YOURSELF.
JUST FUCK OFF DAD.
Going to go fucking stir my father's fucking dinner.
Edit: Problem solved, grumpy almost always cured by food. >> Funny, cause I could swear I had lunch today. Luch AND a candy bar and... ooh, I have tea in my backpack. :D