Sometimes I feel bad because my father likes to talk a lot and I don't find many of his topics interesting so I stop listening. My responses turn to one and two word answers. I don't really exactly know how to feel about that. I mean, if he were to read this down the road he'd probably laugh at me and say 'yea that's what you do' but I mean now that I am thinking about it, I feel awful. I'm laughing now because I find it funny he doesn't know how to use the internet beyond Youtube, some random forums about Jeeps and NJ high school hockey and verizon email. But hey... He's my dad. What a dork.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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