SO - I'm alone.

[randomcrap]

I'm here, at the shop, on shift alone again. It doesn't mean I'll get nothing done, I've already finished two runs and will be running some more to run out the paper we have (cause if you let it sit then it causes jams, seriously. Sucks the moisture right out 'da air) but for the most part I think the worst thing is I'm alone

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Psycological torture

[the_stressed_1]

D,
What your dad is doing, even if it seems small is still deliberate which makes it a big deal. Since you have talked to him about this and other nuances of his I'd say he has a chronic problem. If he wasn't dying I'd say make him go to a shrink. He has some form of psycosis and he's doing his damndest to pass it on as a legacy. The shitty part is that all you can do is suck it up or vent about it as it happens. Of course the healthiest thing to do it is to vent all your anger and frustration about it at the time it happens but without a caring audience it wont make the hurt feelings go away. Try Keeping your dryer sheets in your room I don't know how to solve the problem of him doing your laundry for you but at least he wont be able to try and trick you with the wrong ones.

Re: Psycological torture

[randomcrap]

It's a moot point. You can sniff the two different style of dryer sheets and tell the difference. One stinks of flowery perfumie shit, the other barely smells at all.

I know this is a tiny thing, and in re-reading of it it seems very trivial; but if you're reading my LJ for the first time (as nobody does since I turned off the "let search engines troll my LJ for stuff" option) this is just another symptom of the shit he tries to pull with me.

The best part? I have a house. Read the entry I might put in today, or when I see you later ask about what happened this morning with "the choker".....

~D