You know you love me. MadeGirl

OK, so my Dad (let’s talk about this one ) has got a real problem . Let me explain : My mother has been on holiday for about a week , so she left by the sea shore (it is kinda dead down there but then…) Everything would have been quite normal ( That is to say a total nightmare , 7 days in the heart of Hell, with the Devil ), if my beloved Daddy didn’t return almost every night at about 3 A.M ( at least, cause then I fell asleep ). The worst thing about it is that the guy didn’t even seem to realize that I was not so stupid, and that I knew he came back real late … So on Friday, I was so god damn upset with all this shit, that I asked him why he had returned at 4.30 AM the night before . Well let me tell you I have never seen somebody feelin so embarrassed in my whole stinky life … Just read :

Me , returning from school ( I can’t believe my life stinks so much !! ) : Hey Dad
Dad: Hey, how dya do ?
Me: Fine .
Dad: There’s been a flood in my bathroom while I was havin a bath !
Me : ( I know, you’re always having a bath, you at least have 12 baths a day, you " bath psycho" !! ) Oh, OK. ( As if I felt any interested in a flood )
Dad : So, how was school 2day ?
Me: Fine, by the way Dad, you could have called, just to say that you would return at about 4.30 AM… ( Like « I was really worried about it… » )
Dad ( Lookin SO EMBARASSED ): Er… ( hesitating, but realizing that I had an evidence about his hour of return ) , yeah but, you know, I was with friends, we were like, havin a good time, and everything …

I wonder what kind of friends hang around in Paris till 4.30 AM, and, most of all, what they all do at 4.30 AM in Paris , cause bars are closed at about 2 AM, and movies close at 00.30, so what the fuck do they do? Hang out in the streets, drag their feet in public parks ? Come on … Mean I was like « Don’t talk craps Dad, I don’t know what you’ve been doin last night, and I don’t even wanna know, but don’t try to lie, it’s so not you ». I mean, what the hell is goin on ? ! I thought my father would never act that way, you know, hang out till the crack of dawn like loser … He’s not even an artist … Honestly, it’s definitely not my father’s thing to go see whores, or drink beer all night to forget his problems, he’s not an alcooholic, neither a pervert, thank God! But then, remains a mystery … Where the fuck has he been all night ?! I’m beginning to wonder if he’s not having an affair with his secretary or something… A bitch called Rita or else … lol… No, seriously, I hope that now that my mother has returned from Nowhere Land , everything will get back as usual, that is to say a boring life, with no night hangin out, or Kennedy love affairs …

So that was for the Dad thing .