My Dad's an Idiot.

That might seem harsh, but my fathers mental capability is something I always question. As I said in previous posts, he usually just does what I want.
Which is stupid.
I usually just say I want stuff even when I don't.
Like, I love him.
But he's an idiot.


I wanted a dog.
He let me get an obese American bulldog that eats everything.
My reason for wanting her?
"Her heads really soft..."
She ate his cowboy boots that he'd had since he was my age.
But her head is still really soft, so whatever.


I get lots of piercings.
He tries to convince me I'm stupid for doing it.
I know for a fact that when he was 18, he used to sneak into bars and pierce girls ears for them.
First of all, who does that...?
Second of all, hypocrite.


I want a tattoo.
He tries to convince me it's a stupid idea to get one when I turn 18, and I should wait until I'm 21, like he did.
I know for a fact he got his tattoo when he was 17 and he loves it.
Also, he tries to convince me his tattoo has meaning.
It's a Viking on a horse with a battle axe and his name is under it.
You're not a Viking, you have never used a battle axe, and did you think you were going to forget your name or.....


When I was younger, I always wanted horses.
Unfortunatly, my mom hated them and wouldn't go near them, and I was too small to lift the saddle onto the horses back without help.
But my dad got me two horses anyway.
It was really awesome, until he went away for work (he used to be in the navy) and I had to sit on a rock staring at my two horses that I could never ride for months until he came home.


And he always tries to resolve fights with me and my mom by just giving me stuff.
Like, my mom used to yell at me for never paying my phone bill,
so now my dad pays it for me and just doesn't tell my mom.
And last night, I was fighting with my mom about driving.
She wants me to get my G2, but I'm entirely indifferent about it, since there's no vehicle for me to drive.
And she just yelled at me about worrying more about my future and stuff..
So I ended up locking myself in the bathroom to dye my hair (entirely unrelated to anything) and my dad called while I was in there.
And he gave me possibly the stupidest ultimatum I have ever heard.
He said I could have his truck, an 8000 pound white Ford F-250 extended cab heavy duty beast of a machine, but only if I accepted him as a friend on Facebook.

What.
The.
Heck.

Why does that matter?
But whatever, I have a truck now.
Suck it.

Side note: I'm entirely aware that I'm spoiled. It's pretty awesome.

Entirely unrelated.

Why is this dog here, you might ask.
Because it's damn adorable and I want one.
It's a pomeranian husky mix, a.k.a. A POMSKY.
It doesn't grow any bigger then that, and it's awesome.