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My dad bought two computer chairs one day about a year back. When we got home, me and my sister had to build both. So, I finish mine as best I can, since it's going to be my chair, while the other one is my dads. But my sister is near retarded when it comes to this kind of stuff, so the chair she's building comes out kinda retarded. So what's the correct course of action here? Apperantly, my dad's solution is to take my chair for his own and make me deconstruct and rebuild the other one so that he can sit down already and my sister can stop whining (because that's basically all she did while she was trying to put it together).
Hah! But wait! Now that I know how everything goes, I can build it better than the first! Hurray! So for a while, I had the better computer chair. I also treat my chair better, so it really is the best. Now, despite the fact that my computers down, I still used my chair for piano. It and the table I had my computer on were the perfect height and I had a great set up.
But now my dad got an office. So he took MY chair, the one that works, to the office and left us with the one he's been treating like ass for a year. It squeeks, doesn't roll, it has goddamn food fucking stains on it, just like the laptop, because despite telling us that we can't eat at the computer, he does it all the fucking time, right next to it all the while slurping and smacking. There's always fucking speckles of fucking food on the screen, and no matter how many times I clean it, it alwasy comes back the next day.
Oh, and now, I don't even have my table anymore either. That's gone too. So now I have to play piano with the piano reaching my damn shoulders unless I find about 3 cushins to sit on.
And now, the cause of my rant. The chair that was left to us, I've mainly fixed/cleaned out. And my dad, again, like every day since we've had the chairs, comes and eats at the computer. I come here today to find it rolling strange. What could it be?
Floss. Mother fucking got floss in the goddamn wheel. And not a little fucking piece THATS STILL CONNECTED TO THE DAMN BOX OF FLOSS. It was long as fuck, wrapped around the axel in a tiny ass crevice that I can't get it out off. After an hour of me fucking around with the wheel, I fix it, and promptly go into my room to beat the shit out of my physics book and knuckles. Why? Because I realized that the second my chair, the one that was taken, gets more fucked up with this one, my dad will trade the two so he gets the better one, and I'm stuck with the shitty one. If he gives us the other one at all, he may just keep it over there.
Just like everything else. The computer/laptop, the chairs, any money I have, even fucking chocolate and other food, It doesn't matter how much I try to save or take care of things, I'll lose it. I'm actually a-fucking-fraid to fix my computer, since the worst case scenario is that my dad does decide to help me get the parts needed and then decideds to take it to the office for himself, only to give it back after he's raped it through every port on the thing.
Everything that looks nice or new in my posession is like that, or even there at all, only because my dad either doesn't like it, or hasn't decided to take it yet.