Because of my deep fear of being murdered when I'm home alone has only increased since I've moved out, I decided that it would be safest if I slept at my parents house for a couple days while my roommate was out of town. But oooooooooohhhh was I wrong. I think I would have been better off sleeping in a box under a freeway in Compton.
Heres my story and the reason why me and my dad are no longer on speaking terms:
Around 4am I awakened from a dream where I was being raped by T-bag (prison break) which happens around the same time every night. But this time I couldn't fall back asleep so I put on my tv and stared watching Fresh Prince and got lost in Carlton's eyes. Around 5am my dad woke up for work. He heard the tv on in my room and thought now was a good time to start conserving electricity and turn my tv off. As he went to do so my closed door got jammed. But instead of walking away, my "going green" father decided to push my door open with all his force and slam it against the wall where a picture was hanging that fell and broke.
Needless to say I woke up the whole street with my scream.
I'm not safe anywhere. They're all out to get me. Sup Tylenol PM.
Over and out,
Sleepless in seattle (DK)
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