I have not seen my Blood-Dad for 7 months. We had a little bit of a different oppinion on some area's of my life. In a nut shell, he dosen't like how I dress, or how i act, or how I feel, and how i breath. but you know, just a little cat fight.
So anyway, He calls me a couple of weeks ago and was all "Oh I miss you, Can we go get a pizza?" Yeah. Yeah. Bla. Bla. Bla.
So of couse I'm like "sure Dad. I would love to!"Jezzz!
So I get another phone call agian today "Can we go to dinner tonight?" uh sorry, no. "Can we go tomarrow?" Sure Dad. I can't wait. See you tomarrow 6:30.
Well, I am deffinatly gonna need an Angel.
Why do I need an Angel? You may ask. He's just your dad wanting to grab a bite to eat.
Yeah right... uh no.
I am so going to get my but chewed out. He is not the kind of Dad that you go to when you have problems or anything. Oh no. He would be like "Go ask your Mother." Great Dad thanks.
Oh well, maybe my mom is right and he has had time to cool off and get a grip.(7 months you would think would do the tirick) So we'll see.
So God if your listining, Send me an Angel.
please.