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I've been up for about an hour. For those that are keeping score it means I've been up since 7:30 or so. Now, I generally make it a point in life to NEVER BE UP THAT EARLY UNLESS I'M WORKING!!!! But... why am I up so early? Because my parents have been arguing relatively nonstop since that time. There is a lull in the drama right now, but I expect said lull to be momentary. Anyway, my dad asks me whose idea it was to have a money box for my graduation party. I just ignore him. It's a fucking graduation party, for crying out loud. This is an accomplishment. It isn't just some random party that I decided to have. It's a 'hey, look at what I did, and now I deserve some reward from you!' kind of deal. Seriously. Everyone knows that a graduation party entails with it money. Like a wedding. Which is kind of funny, because people give wedding gifts AND they give money during that whole money dance thing. Lucky wedding bastards. I don't want presents. Presents are fucking lame. I hate presents. Well, it depends on the present and from who. I wouldn't expect my friends to give me money, but I would expect my relatives and such to give me money. That's kinda why I was a bit cautious about inviting my co-workers. I don't want them to feel obligated to give me money. Aside from my bosses. They have bank, so they can give me more. Yes, yes they can. Alas, I don't think either of them are even around right now. Denied.

Now my dad is throwing shit out like 'now nobody's going to come, because they have to pay to attend your party.' Hello, we spent how much money on the party? What's wrong with me getting a little bit of compensation. As it stands, being related to some of those people is reason enough for a little somethin' somethin'.

But if they don't come, and I don't get no money, I will cry. Not really, but I will be very sad. 6 years of college and I don't get a bunch of cash? That shit ain't right. Stupid dad, putting doubt in my head. Bastard.


( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 31st, 2007 07:37 pm (UTC)
possibly you need to take your father to ohhhh say ANY store that sells cards , point him to the graduation section, and show him the 5 million money-holder cards that are there?

His logic does not hold. Did you have birthday parties? Did people bring you presents? SAME THING. Except, now you get money. Because you're a big boy now and you can choose what you want.

You want I should come ...*fistspalm* .. talk some sense into him? Italian style? ;)
Jun. 1st, 2007 01:25 am (UTC)
Don't you mean Sonny Corinthos Style?

Speaking of which, with your immaculate conception and all... maybe Sonny used his super sperm to knock you up. He's a fictional character, yes, but he has that much power.
Jun. 1st, 2007 01:56 pm (UTC)
well Sonny Corinthos style means sending Jason to do it, and Jason's hair is SO NASTY these days ... plus, Sam would probably tag along and be annoying. I was trying to SPARE you all that! ;)

And I think you're probably right - my baby is Sonny's. I heard barware crash in my womb earlier ...
May. 31st, 2007 11:27 pm (UTC)
Set him straight. damn right you need money, and lots of it. Send me your address so I could throw you some bones.

On my 15th birthday I had a money tree. I got hella cash and presents. It was just a Birthday.

I'm very proud of you. you worked hard and deserve every last cent you can get.
Jun. 1st, 2007 01:29 am (UTC)
Your e-mail still the same? Actually, just give me the addy right here so that I can send you something. I'd post here, but then I don't want people to know where I live at random. You're more than welcome to come.

Money Tree Parties kick ass. I remember the first one I had... and then I decided that I would only have such parties. To hell with the other shit. Cash, baby. CASH!
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