There are some computer/conectivity issues happening. I'm busy with that.
I'll be in and out I guess.
Don't touch it! Don't freaking touch it!!!!! I have the computer geek squad working on it!!!! ***holds up printed stuff*** I'll be back sunday!! I'll fix it.
What did he do? He fucked with it. It's almost completely dead.
So, I bought my dad a new computer today, since he managed to virus his all up. It certainly wasn't me that did it. I had it protected up the wazooo. Dumbass clicked on some shit he shouldn't have. Idiot.
Ewwww!! That's gross!!! Dad!!!! (Like I needed to know what kind of porn he looks at)
I liked using his computer. It worked better than my crappy desktop and my annoying laptop, plus I get to hang out with him and his doggies.
The doggies like that. I like It. Dad likes it. My dad is a great guy.
[[Mom still loves him, he loves her.... It just stopped working for them. I don't know exaxtly why... I do, but I don't. It's not exactly like I can quiz them about all of it. There's fault and blame that can be attributed to everyone. Lonnggg story that I cannot share. It's not all mine to tell. It's not all bad. Nothing truly horrid.]]
I love you! You love me! We're a Disfunctional Family!!
So, I guess the new mega-computer he has is actually mine. I bought it. I should password protect it huh?
I wonder what will happen when we run the cable to it and try to watch TV with the picture in picture/record option.
Catastrophe I'm sure.
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You are a good son Bryan.. I hope your dad appreciates you. You are a good friend, too.
I'm a mess right now.
I wish you could fix me.
Dad loves me. No idea why. I'm a mess and I'm pain in the ass.
Yes, you are a good son. You really are. I wish I got on with my Dad that well but he drives me nuts and it upsets me. I'm such a highly tuned instrument that any disturbance on that front drives me mad.
All families are dysfunctional. All in their own special; way, just like Tolstoy says in the opening lines of Anna Karenina.
how can you think you're a pain in the ass?
how can you think you're a pain in the ass?
**snicker**
You don't know me in real life. I am one, trust me, I am.
I don't know what I'm going to do if something happens to Dad. I'm gonna be totally lost.
Something will happen, it's inevitable. I just hope it's me first. He'll get over it easier than I will.
My Dad died one year ago today. I miss him something awful. We never really connected as more than father and son until the final few years when we became friends.
I took his death very well because he and I talked about his impending death many times. I was okay until this past Thursday when I just lost it during a very unrelated moment.
It's hard, but I am very happy that I did get a chance to know the man who was my father.
well.
I'm a pain in the arse too.
and I am not very nice to my father particularly.
Indigo Red: Sorry about your Dad. I'm glad you got to know him differently.
I'm glad I know mine the way I do. By no means are we "close". We don't go fishing or to baseball games or any of that happy stuff you see on television or in movies. We barely talk. Sometimes it will be weeks and we barely see eachother. That sucks.
But he loves me, of that there is no doubt. He wouldn't have put up with my bullshit all these years if he didn't.
He's a very nice man who's always been there for all of us. Even some who didn't really deserve it.
Fifi: You? A pain in the arse? No! I refuse to believe it.
Even if you are.... there's quite a nice ass attached to that pain in the ass! (Judging from that pic of you wearing your nightie in the water)
Hi bry! glad you are still around. I'm not much good company lately, but I do want to stay in the loop.
My father was a angry lonely person who beat his children & his animals. I'm sure I told you some of the horror stories. He died of a heart attack all alone in a Fred Meyer parking lot. I hadn't spoken to him in years. I waited my whole life for him to tell me he loved me. He never did. The funny thing was I always thought he would.
Now that I've ruined every ones day, I'll take my depressed self & move on.
Put up a nother post would ya?
I just did! Hot hunky guy!
Now I need to go take a bath.
Alone. All by myself. Wallowing in pity and suffering.
I have bath fizzies though. That might be interesting. Probably fuck up my hair.
Our dad doesn't really "say" he loves us either, right Bry? But we know he does....it's more his actions than words. He's never been one of those mushy, affectionate types. But with everything he's done for us through the years....we know!
Ahhhhhh!!!!! Eeeeeekkk!!!! What the hell are you doing here?????
He's a bit more affectionate than he used to be. Sort of.
I can hug him and kiss him on the cheek... or grab his hand and tell him I love him and there's a completly different "vibe" than there was when you did it years ago.
It's not that different, but it's substantial enough that it's noticeable to me. Have you noticed it?
I don't know how he's put up with the whole damned family all these years. Me in particular.
He's a wonderful man. I try to do stuff with him... but you know what a mess I am, and how he is
I ask him if he want's to do this or that. Our schedules don't coincide, so we hang and watch tv mostly.... While I manage to make everything to smell like cigarette smoke.
I want to get him into a motel room!! I'll keep trying....
"Dude. It's got a king size bed. Plenty of room. Cable and Internet. The jacuzzi will fit maybe four people. I'll get you a t-shirt and shorts you can wear in it. I'm getting old and I hurt. A jacuzzi is nice it'll make you feel better." *sigh* whatever.
It's Dad. It's not like I'm going to.... Well, I might if it wasn't Dad.
LOL...see! I do sneak on here occasionally and see what you have been up to.
Oh and BTW, to all of you who read his dribble, YES he IS a pain in the ass!!! Major! LOL
I am Byran. Nothing. More. You get what you get. I make no promises. Not anymore.
And who are you anyway? I don't seem to remember any cdh in my travels.
You nust be a figment of someone's imagination!
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