Why Dad why??? Thursday, Apr 27 2006 

Dear Dad,

Why do you have to constantly wake me up before 8am every friggin morning? I don’t mind it on Tuesdays and Thursday because I have school, but every other friggin day is not cool. Just because you were in the Army for 30 friggin years, and had to be up and doing shit by 5 AM doesn’t mean I have to be. Leave me alone and let me sleep for fucks sake. It’s not like I sleep all friggin day, I’m up by 11AM at the latest. Instead of waking me up before the butt crack of dawn every morning why don’t you sleep in like a normal person? Oh, and I don’t need a list of 100 friggin chores to do every day, I don’t have to be doing something every second of the friggin day, ESPECIALLY when you don’t pay my happy ass for it. I’m not your friggin personal slave, you asshat! And I don’t need to help you fix up the house because you were too lazy to keep up on maintenance since you bought the house, and now that you have a shitload of maintenance to do to bring the house back up to code, and into a sellable condition, well that’s your own damn fault. You would be better of just giving me the house and going buying a new one since this one requires so much work. I wouldn’t mind fixing up the house then since it would be mine, but I’m not working my ass off and not hanging out with my friends, and pretty much being confined to the house because there is so much friggin work to be done, just to have you sell it and not give me any part of the profits. It would only be fair after all since I did 95% of the work to fix the house, but you could give a shit about me or what’s fair. So in closing stop waking me up before 8AM, and start doing your own work around this house you lazy ass bastard!

Love Your Son,

Grik

Driving Thursday, Apr 20 2006 

Dear Mom,

Where did you learn to drive? I mean honestly you drive worse than the 90 year old woman who ran here car through a bank's plate glass window in Florida 3 times before her car finally died. I mean just because it says the speed limit is 35 doesn’t mean you have to do EXACTLY the speed limit and hold up everyone behind you. You wonder why when they pass you and honk their horns and give you the finger, well that’s why! You are the worst driver I have ever seen. I mean when you take a right turn you don’t have to slow down to 5 mph, the car will be able to take the turn at 20-25 or so. I mean seriously you need to be tested for your license every 3 years just like all the other old people you bitch about. You don't have to brake when other cars are breaking in front of you when they are 100 yards away. Learn to drive you old woman, or better yet get off the friggin road and stop putting all the other people who are driving lives at risk. If I didn't have to drive on the roads at the same time you as do, I wouldn't. I wouldn't unnecessarily put my life at risk like that. I want to live to be past 25, not die because you don't know how to drive. GET OFF THE ROAD!!!!!!!!!

Love Your Son,

Grik

Computers Wednesday, Apr 19 2006 

Dear Mom and Dad,

Honestly how many fucking times do i have to tell you how to use the computer? I mean I know it's all new technology for your old asses, but fuck how many times do I have to show you how to insert a friggin CD?!?!?!? You would think after the 1,000th time you would understand but no you don't. you call me to fix the computer on a weekly basis because you constantly crash it, yet I'm not allowed to use the computer because I " crashed" it and I don't " know" what I'm doing. I'm sick and tired of helping you learn how to do the same tasks over and over and getting no fucking credit, and getting blamed for every friggin virus that you contract to the computer or everytime you friggin crash it, even though I don't use the damn thing. All I gots to say it FUCK YOU GUYS!!!! I'm done helping you . Go take a friggin computer class or something to learn to use the machine, or better yet just face the inevitable that you are a bunch of computer illerteraite savages and you will never learn how to use a fucking computer, no matter if Bill Gates' himself showed you how.

Love Your Son,

Grik