My dad turned the basement into his "studio". Which is great for everyone in the house cept me! EVERYTIME HE NEEDS HELP WITH HIS DAMN COMPUTER I HAVE TO GO FROM MY ROOM ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE BASEMENT. My room is on the second floor goddamnit! It's not like he calls me down once in awhile either, it's like freaking every 10 minutes or something. Whats even more annoying is, his rush hour is almost always when I finally decide to stop procrastinating and start my bastard homework.
To call me down he has to yell really loud. Which is very annoying. It's almost as bad as when Bill yells. We all know how pissed I get when Bill yells. Yesterday he brought home a Intercom. It's these little things that are kinda like walkie-talkies. Cept you plug it in to the wall and the other one where ever you want, it transmits via FM waves. At first, it was kinda cool. It was like Charlies Angels or 007. That didn't last long. NON STOP HE'S CALLING ME DOWN!! and PLAYING WITH IT!! Then he calls me down through my mom cuz I unpluged it. Asks why I didn't get his message. I couldn't tell him I hated it. I think he loves it or something.
"Oh, I had it unpluged"
"oh, why?"
"i was moving stuff around"
"ohhhhh, ok"
Then I went back upstairs. Pluged it in. !@%@#$^@@#! ?He says hey on the thing Im like what? He's like,
"can you come down? the scanner is not working"
"WHAT THE HELL I WAS JUST DOWN THERE?!!"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THEN?!!"
"WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING GAMES?!!"
I let go of the talk button, and all I hear is my him and my mom cracking up.
I SWARE IM GOING TO FUCKING BREAK THIS THING INTO PIECES!!!!!
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