my daddy and my mommy fought again, last night. When mom stormed out of the house and drove away, I got really pissed at dad, who just sat down at the computer and ignored all my efforts to say he should get his butt out of that chair and clean up atleast the kitchen. He told me to shut up, so I cleaned the whole fucking house, and when mom came home she was very pleased. My father is still not speaking to me, he walks by me like I don't exist. But you know what, dad, mom? I'm tired of you guys arguing. You may not know it, but I'm the one who keeps you together. Little things, like cleaning the house, bringing home an a, not causing more ripples in the water than I have to. It's not that I want thanks, just for you two to stop fighting. * I am sneaking headphones under my shirt today into art and listening to my MP3 player with my hair down so one cannot see my ears. I am so bad. **Haircut today.