My sister called late last night and instructed me to check my email. Nestled comfortably in my MSN inbox, which I rarely use, I found one from her. Upon reading it, I was gleefully informed (with lots of upper-case letters) that she had set up an account for me on facebook, despite my telling her, most emphatically, many, many times, that I do not want a friggin facebook.
She even went so far a to send out friend requests to multiple people I know, most of whom accepted, despite the fact that I severed all contact with them when I moved from Canberra to Melbourne, and had no intention of re-establishing contact now that I have returned. Luckily, I haven't the first clue how to use facebook, so I'm off the hook for now.
My Dad has a very odd habit of hanging his towel over the shower, which makes opening and shutting it kind of difficult. I just chuck his towel on the floor when I need to shower. Anyway, he told me that the reason he hangs his towel on the shower door is because he has had (and these are his words, not mine) "bad experiences with towel racks where the towel doesn't dry properly".
"Bad experiences"? I ask you, what the hell? I mean sure, your towel might be a bit damp, but it's hardly traumatising. But that's my Dad for you, always trying to shift all his issues onto his children. As if we can do anything about it.
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"Communism doesn't work because people like to own stuff"--Frank Zappa
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