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Pedestal, MY ASS! You know, I'm sitting here trying not to burst into tears in front of my brother. I tried to get my mom to talk to me, without having to come out and ask her to sit down and talk. I started to cry right in front of her. Not the shoulder-shaking, loud sobbing crying, but just the silent tear rolling down your cheek. She didn't care. Apparently no one does around here. After all, I tried to talk to my dad today and he bitched at me. Even if he was hot and tired, it was no excuse. I only asked how much new brake pads for my truck would be, and when we could get them. (Flashback: I was given $40 for babysitting and my parents are letting me put it all towards parts for my truck.) SPEAKING of my truck, we're puttng a shed in our back yard. (Remember the bushes getting pulled out and my lawn being wrecked?) Well, we have the floor of the shed down, and we just have to get the rest of it all in one piece from my uncle's house. Well, since the floor is on the actual spot, my brother comes to me and asks if I could park my truck up there. Now, let's think back and count how many vehicles he has in our driveway. His running S10, and the Mitsubishi which has no engine. That's two for him! So HIS trucks get the driveway (2 spots, remember..) and he wants ME to park on a fucking ply wood plank on 2X4s. He says to me, "Think of it as putting the El Camino on a pedestal!" Pedestal my ass! A pedestal would be a solid thing on the front lawn where people can see it. I don't want it up there, but he says it will free up some of the driveway. GET RID OF THE FUCKING MITSUBISHI, AND THAT WILL CLEAR UP THE DRIVEWAY! Why the hell is MY VEHICLE (one vehicle, and it's not even HUGE) the one that's in the way?! Just because it's not driven everyday? What the hell? So now my mom and my brother are arguing, so that's my cue to leave cause I don't need to get in the middle of it. Fuck it. ~Ger |