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DA HELL
9:01 p.m. -- 2004-05-27

My dad is so TOOT.

There was this colossal bug flying around the room and I shrieked and took cover in a jacket. Then there he comes and asks me why I'm all covered up.

When the (toot)ing (bleep) saw the (toot)ing bug, he GOT MAD AT ME FOR BEING SCARED OF THE BUG.

Can I say--SHALLOW?

He was like so pissed na parang "I don't like the idea that you're scared of such a harmless thing! I'll take that (the PC) away from you! Blahblahblahblah threats blahblah."

He got the belt.

WTF,

Then he started making the bug hampas, and it flew around and I was like, trying my darndest not to cower.

IT WAS SO KADIRI.

Tapos he brought it down and picked it up with a paper, still muttering about how angry he was that I was afraid of it and shit like that. He raised his voice when I snapped, "papa you are so mababaw I can't believe you're getting mad at me over this"

HELLO.

He's like, "OH YEAH? OH YEAH?!! Well I *AM*! I DON'T LIKE THE IDEA OF YOU GETTING SCARED OF THIS!"

I was like, "fine! Fine, scream at me over that thing."

"WHY ARE YOU AFRAID OF IT, HUH--HUH?!!!" He demands.

"BECAUSE IT'S GROSS!" (duh.)

"IT'S NOT GROSS! IT'S NATURE!!!"

"ugh." He shoves it (the bug on the paper) nearer.

"GET IT AWAY FROM ME!"

"THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TO GET RID OF YOUR PHOBIA!!"

I cannot believe he's yelling at me over this. I shut up.

Is my dad like mentally unbalanced? What's *this* about?!! I could almost SWEAR this isn't normal behavior for regular human beings. Who cares if I'm disgusted by bugs, anyway!?!!

Then he puts the bug in this little jar and slams the jar in the table in front of me.

DA HELL.

So now I am typing with a big bug in a small jar in front of me. I just can't touch it or move it away. It stinks.

Gross.

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