I hate my dad.
He's so fucking pissy, it's annoying.
He's all pissed I wanted to mow the lawn and I asked if he could get the tractor to work since I got it out of the shed and the engine won't turn or whatever.
Now he's even more pissed I wanted my car out of the garage.
It was getting ruined more and more by the damn garage opener thing.
My cars damaged enough now it has more scratches that are worse.
He's mad I called my mom and asked her if it was okay to get it out of there.
She called the house hoping for my brother andmy dad answered and said not to take it out.
So she called my phone back and told me to get my brother Ben to call her.
So he moved it as my mom got home.
He won't stop yelling.
It's got a flat, the roofs got deep scratches. The thing on the trunk, spoiler? it's scratched. The spring scratched the side above the tire.
Shit he's going outside i hope he's not touching my car >_< My mom had my keys..... He's going over to it >_<
He might just be checking the rim....
My moms telling my to come get my keys cause he's in a bad mood.
He has his car on.. not started but on.
He might be getting stuff to change the tire.... I don't know.
If he fucking ruins my car I'll die.
I love my pretty blue Mustang =[
Nighttime pictures suck...
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH >_<
I thought my mom would have more of a stupid problem with it I was shocked she was fine with it.
AHHHH >_
