celebrating

video streaming.

today after my dad came back from his romantic getaway with cristina he came inside my room and something i love about the way he comes inside my room is he always knocks to make sure the coast is clear and it's very respectable just like this country. i think he felt a little bad. because i looked like a rotting fly or like a dead razor blade fighting for its life with the remaining edges of its dull sword. so he asks me if i want a cold coke. and i hate this because he's such a coke head, and when we go to restaurants or those tiny tapa bars its always just coke coke coke and all i want is water or some fresh apple juice but nothing like that is around fast enough, so its just coke, which i like, but it makes me feel guilty. so i say no. and he asks me what im doing and i get all deadly excited, deadly cause I'm sick, but if i wasn't it would be plain excitement. i tell him about how i've been watching the office and weeds on my computer and he crakcs a joke. and i ignore it and continue talking about how cool it all is. yesterday i told him to rejuvenate my wallet with money, he laughed then ignored me.