ugh. I use this title a lot.

Once again, I’m the bad guy. Woo.

My parents had to go to Lowes to return a lawn mower. Before they left, I said "gee it’s a good thing I didn’t have plans today." to which my father responded "Well then you’d just have to take your brother." FYI, I had plans to go get laid, not taking Richie. Anyway. As they were walking out the door my mom said "OH YEAH, we have to take the van!" SO, not only do I have to stay home, but on the off chance that I DO decide to go somewhere with my brother… OH WAIT I CAN’T because I can’t drive their cars and they have mine.

Then my dad hands me his copy of the van key and says "here bring the van around back. And make sure you back it in to the driveway." I’m not particularly awesome at backing into places so I made a face, and he said "It’s not that fucking hard, go past the driveway, put it in reverse and back the fucking thing in!" So I did.

THEN they were walking to the van and I handed them the keys and my mom said "we’re going to Lowes to do blah blah we’ll be back" and I answered "yup." So as they were walking my mom says loudly "AW I THINK SHE’S AGGRIVATED. TOO BAD, SO SAD."

I’m fucking aggrivated because you give me something and then don’t have the fucking courtesy to EVER say "Hey Sam, we’re taking the van." I don’t want you to say "Oh pretty pretty please ms queen of the universe can we pleeeeeaaassseee borrow the fun mobile?" No. Just hey, do you happen to need to go anywhere today? because we need the van for [insert stupid shit here.] It doesn’t ever matter if I needed to go somewhere. It doesn’t matter that they GAVE IT TO ME TO DRIVE. Nope. Not at all.

I fucking knew nothing would change when I got my license.

Things only feel better so it hurts that moch more when they get worse.