So I wake up this morning to my dad whining about fleas.

And how there are soooo many

And how the fucking cats this that and other.

I'm getting tired of this.

He sits and whines.

Does shit to fix anything.

I'm the only person actively attempting to quell the flea problem, everyone else is sitting and whining.

He whines like hes the only person getting bit.

Fleas don't discriminate, honey. Food is food.

They're more active in the morning, because hey, it's breakfast. Don't you eat after not eating for a long time?

The reason there are fleas, is because there were six cats.

How'd there get to be six cats?

Let's ask him.

I have to clean the house, so we can bomb for fleas.

I have to.

Because no one else is going to help me. They're just going to whine.

And he's going to whine the loudest. But god forbid I ask him for 10 dollars to buy spray/dust/flea killer. 10 dollar itch lotion for him? No problem.

I went into the laundry room yesterday, wet clothes were just sitting, because he throws wet towels back there and lets them sit with the clothes.

It smelled sooooo bad.

Somedays I really just want to torch the house.

Maybe when I have money, I'll raze it and build a better one.

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» Dexter (212.45.5.172) on 2010-09-04 07:01:34

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