me and my dad

Yesterday morning I got in a fight with my dad before school about whether his friend's big problem was not having taken an economics class or racism so i threw a ball of chocolate ganache at him. today he is telling me my nails are too bitten and all i have is a glass, a nescafe frappe, and a straw. i've thrown nothing and this shows restraint. i actually have no desire to share this story with da blogosphere but it's seven am and i miss paz who lives at boarding school and who hasnt responded to my fucking ecard yet!!!