Speaking of AFO. Ellie has earned enough money for her ticket and now we are going to work on money for food/hotel. Hopefully we'll get some extra that we can use to Nana-fy her and to get Cor and I a new tv, along with some spending dough, but the only thing I am really shooting for is hotel/food money.
We are going to have another garage sale on Thursday and Friday. We're selling some dvds and games and some other good stuff that will be sure to give us some money. I am more than confident for this one since it will be on a main road. We're going to put up a neon green sign to attract customers. And we'll have the low prices to sell so we know we'll get buyers.
So while I am writing this, I guess I should let you know about my returning home from the doc's visit while it's still on my mind. I came home and told my mom what was going on, what the doc said and about my prescription. As I was telling her this I hear an asshole in the background telling me to lower my voice. That asshole ? My father. My father, ladies and gentlemen wants me to lower my voice while I am reporting to my mother about my health issues. He's not concerned about his daughter's health, he's concerned about getting some sleep at 11am, a time when everyone, especially an early bird like him, should be up already. Fucking jerk. Seriously getting on my last nerve. I cannot take this anymore, I don't see us ever being close. I was never and never will be daddy's little girl.
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