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[Feb. 27th, 2012|12:37 pm] |
I have never been against Fontbonne's intense volunteer and fundraising schedule, but I'll be glad when we are no longer obligated to contribute after this year is over. One day I may again have a couch worth a fortune between the cushions. I might find Jimmy Hoffa, too. Goodbye, Pennies for Patients.
Speaking of solvency, I appear to have raised a miser that surpasses even me. Once Anya realised that all of the money she was spending was hers, she suddenly nearly stopped altogether. It's depressing nice to hear her say she's saving for things like rent and car insurance. Good to know everything I've told her over the last nearly eighteen years hasn't gone in one ear and out the other. Like spelling. At least she can spell, for fuck's sake, Luz. |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2012|07:45 pm] |
There is something about being tossed into a dumpster by a troll that takes the wind out of a man. There is also something disgusting about Manhattan dumpsters. I have taken approximately five showers since yesterday. I would be taking no showers if not for Daisuke Tendo. I can't say I ever wanted to know what troll blood looked like, but my thanks again all the same.
The kid has winter recess this week, but you'd hardly know it. She's never home anymore. |
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[Feb. 5th, 2012|10:28 pm] |
You'd think from the commotion around town there there's been some important sporting event. I wonder.
The last father/daughter dance ever occurred on Friday. God. Food was awful, but the company was nice. Saw both Luz and Lydia- at least, I think so, under a few hundred layers of tulle. I will never claim to understand women and their party attire. Only a few more months and they'll all be graduated. Fu
Anya is still stuck on the idea of a Fiat. I don't know who could be telling her she should be. Then again, I don't know. You only turn eighteen once. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2012|08:06 pm] |
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When I heard I was going to be a father, I expected most of the cost to be front loaded. Diapers and doctors and daycare. Guess what? It was expensive. Then there were those sweet few years between the ages for 6 and 12, where they don't cost much at all. That's to lull you into a false sense of security. By age eighteen they will have swindled you out of all your savings for things like cars and college.
I am going to write a sternly worded letter to Jennifer Lopez about her Fiat obsession. They're dangerous, dopey-looking, overpriced little cars no one should want to drive. Somehow, she has convinced my daughter it'd be a marvelous first car. No. We are a Dodge house. I only wish they still produced Neons. She'll be lucky she gets something with four wheels at all, if she keeps pestering me about it.
It might also be easier to check market values of cars that spring to mind when I'm out of the house if my phone keyboard wasn't trained to type like a teenaged girl. |
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[Jan. 18th, 2012|11:40 am] |
We are in Lord of the Flies. I am Simon. I realise how this might end, but I'm not worried. You can't be the son of Ptah and worrier as well.
The fire went out--
[Private]
Anya,
I'm sure you've noticed I'm gone by now and gone snooping in my things for some clue. Good girl.
Don't be scared. I'm very sure I'll be back. Don't get used to me being gone. Luz will be back, too. We're in the story together. Katsumi isn't with us, but I think
I need you to find her parents for me. Show them this, tell them what's going on. Let them know she's safe. I'm keeping her as safe and as healthy as I can, Pilar. Please let my daughter stay with you until we come back.
It might be a few days until she or I can write again. I promise that we're safe, and I'm thinking of you.
All my love,
Dad |
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[Jan. 1st, 2012|06:40 pm] |
While the phrasing may be in poor taste given recent events, it would appear that my seventeen year old has turned into a demon. We have had the senioritis discussion, the college essay discussion, the 'when are you going to get a job' discussion, but it doesn't seem to phase her. To her, graduation is the key to all life's problems. Oh, to be young again.
With the way things have been going lately, I've stalled on any resolutions. When Anya was young, my only goal seemed to be to raise her. Now that she's convinced she's grown up how dare she, I'll have to find something else to occupy myself with. Outside of political awareness, of course. |
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[Dec. 21st, 2011|12:30 am] |
Since I have soooo much time on my hands because I'm grounded for something I didn't even dooo and someone left his computer on and logged in I decided to make use of my eeexcellent artist skills! :]]
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[Nov. 11th, 2011|08:32 am] |
I find it unsurprising that the demi-god population remains as self-involved as ever, but I suppose that's the reason I keep the bar low. You have no choice but to overdeliver. Keep up the good work, kids.
For those of us who're smart enough not to down a bottle of vodka in a post-clink rage, let me pose a question: What is, if any, the appeal of Twilight? I've been informed I'll be seeing Breaking Dawn whether I like it or not. Strange, I thought, since my daughter promised me up and down not a month ago that she was more a Johnny Depp girl. Her reason for her sudden interest? Vampires are real.
I wonder where she got that idea from. |
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