Wednesday, September 04, 2002

My grandfather came home & asked me to either bring down or throw down his slippers. I didn't mind, cause I'm already up here. So I throw his slippers down for him & he says "By the way, who are you trying to trip up with this umbrella and badminton set?" Just because there happens to be an umbrella and badminton set leaning against the kitchen door, he assumes I put it there. Everything must be my fault, obviously. He always does that. He'll ask me why something is somewhere. Fuck that. Why can't he say "did you put this here?" Sometimes he says "do you know what this is doing there," but not usually. It's just so annoying, because he automatically places the blame on me, when it's generally not my fault.

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