Hurrah. I got my belongings back… oh wait.
Fuck.
My dad is a swell guy.
Thanks for treating my computer like shit and not bothering to pack my power bar, mouse, nor laptop bag.
Hurrah for broken picture frames, garbage, and an expired passport, among the other crap he sent me.
Don’t tell me you want to fix our relationship one day (namely, New Years Eve), and then pull a stunt like this. It’s not consistent. Why do I bother.