There comes a day when you realize that you have turned into your dad.
Though it's not necessarily a bad thing, there are times when you stop mid-sentence and say instead "Fuck, that's what my dad would say and though I am a chip off the old block, this has to somewhat stop"
A rather long sentence which can be summed up with one acronym : OMG.
Which is, a case in point.
My dad rambles on and on about inconsequential things --- can't blame him. When you're almost hitting 70 with over 5 kids who barely contact you and 1 daughter who is turning into a harpy, you can't help but talk to block out the curse words coming out of the latters mouth.
I don't mind being a harpy. What I do mind is having non-caring relatives who cannot be bothered to ring their dad to say hi at least once a month.
Ugh. At least I can claim to be democratic about my dislike. I dislike everybody until proven wrong or I warm up to them.
About to hit the goddamn leader's guides. Like I keep on saying, I have until June to fully decide.
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