Hmm… how should I start this since I have this extreme urge to bitch at all of them at the same time. Guess I’ll start with my parents…
Mom, I understand that you love me and are concerned about the fact that after my afternoon bike ride, I go down to my room where I put on my music, which I don’t think you mind, in spite of all the substances that can be associated with the Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd, and Bob Dylan and almost every other band i listen too, and I go on the internet and talk with friends and read the Straightdope along with a couple other message boards, but please do you have to come down here and try and talk to me? Whenever I try and talk to you you’re always busy with some shit and can’t talk, but when you want to talk to me you expect me to be all ears, and then get annoyed with my sullen politeness. As for your total antidrug speeches and opinions: Fuck that! Fuck those dumbass ads that tell you to talk to me about drugs and shit! You constantly telling me not to drugs at one level only makes me want to use them out of spite for you. As for my grades, I am sorry that I have a psychotic literature teacher that has to give very wide parameters for assignments then decide after you turn it in to grade it based on something totally different. I am sorry that my math teacher blames the class instead of himself when 2/3 of the class fail the damn tests, and then threatens to write me up when I ask him how this many people failing his tests has nothing to do with him. I also wish you wouldn’t get mad at my dad whenever he buys me something. I’m sorry, but that just pisses me off. This may make me sound greed or whatever, but he’s trying to be nice to me by getting me blank CDs and other small things. It must feel really shitty to have to put up with that when you try and be nice to your son. I don’t hate you; I in fact love you, but it’s really beginning to piss me off.
Dad, You’re a cool guy. You do alot of nice things that you don’t have to. The main bitches I have with you is my grades, and when you get into one of your moods where you’re just too pissed off to even talk to. You’re lenient about things like drugs, and would understand if you ever caught me smoking pot, or you would pay for a cab if I got too drunk to get home. However, stop bitching about my grades I’m trying my best, but I have already said how I feel about my teachers, and also calm down just because something else is pissing you off don’t take it out on me.
(my younger sister), I really feel guilty about this some times, but some times just the sound of your voice is too much. That’s why I go in my room. So I won’t have to deal with you, but then you have to come down and demand that I open the door just so you can play on my chin up bar. While I enjoy playing cards with you and dad, it still bugs me that you can’t remember which one is a spade. You can really get on my nerves some times, but you really aren’t a bad person; I think it’s just me.
(my older sister), you fucking rock! You do alot for me, and you’re there for me when I need someone to talk to. You took me to that Cure concert where I smoked bud for the first time. You take me to parties, and I think your friends are really cool. You hook me up when I want to buy some bud, which I do not do often. Still that does not give you an excuse to do what you do. Heroin is serious shit, and I can understand trying it once, but if I find out that you ever start doing habitually, even for the short 3 week period that you were, I will narc on you. I will feel no guilt about this. Also, you did not work your ass off to graduate high school early just to end up at community college. Get yourself together, with your brain you could do so much more. I think you’re alot of fun to be around, but please don’t end up like I know some of your friends will end up.
Damn I feel better already.