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I hate it when my Dad works late. First he was to work till 3am. So I made myself stay awake to wait for him though I had lab today.
Then at 2+am, I smsed him to wake me when he's back, only to realize that he's working till 8am. Freaking 8am. From 8am to 8am. Freaking hell. Since when there's 24hours shift one??
I don't know which urge was greater: the urge to scream at the boss, or the urge to report to MOM.
Argh.
I fell asleep after much tossing and turning around on the sofa, in hope that I would be able to make sure he managed to drive home safely, only to wake up so many freaking times wondering if he's home yet.
In the end, I woke up at 8am for lab, to find that he's not home yet. His 24hours shift came true.
Freak.
Looking at my Dad's rosy face just now, I cant help but wonder if he's face's so red 'cause he's glowing in the pink of health, or if he's been in the sun for too long, or it's his high blood pressure causing the redness in the face.
I'm so filled with URGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH that I don't know what else to type now. Just know, URGHHHHHHHHH!
"I am PRETTY, accept it."
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this is you. introduce yourself. are you in antarctica? maybe, alaska. or maybe africa? oh, anywhere. Hahaha. You might also add if you're a femme or a masculiney man (Is it possible? since it's a girly skin) or maybe the combination of both. 