why is my dad such a pain in my fucking ass? first thing this morning, he comes into my room and says that he needs to talk to me when i get up, and he needs a check for my car payment. So i get up and talk to him and he hands me my cell phone bill. $272 last month! and it was all because my sister was using my phone for everything when i was out in AZ. She doesn't have a house phone, or a cell phone.....so whenever she wasn't at work, she was using my phone to call everyone. i got hit with roaming charges the entire time i was out there. All but one of the more expensive conversations were her's. So, my dad says that when she comes out here this weekend, he's gonna sit us down and talk to us about how we use our cell phones (she has one now) he's like "I don't want to see another bill like this again!" and i said "You won't, the only reason it was that big, was cause i was on roaming the whole time." he says "well Tia will!" No she won't! She has a cell phone in HER area code....and i have a cell phone in MY area code. So as long as were not roaming, there won't be any extra charges. He says that he doesn't feel the need to pay for the bill, and Tia won't have anything to do with it.....which means he wants me to pay for it....FUCK THAT.....i didn't make those calls, i'm the last person that should pay the majority of that bill, i mean, i'll pay for the normal shit, but thats it. I hate it when my dad says "i need to talk to you" cause it could be so many things. Like, he still hasn't talk to me about the results of the drug test. but i don't even know if they've come back yet. But if they have....and he hasn't talked to me...that means i proved his fuckin ass WRONG!! and my dad hates that. and i love it. I'm so fucking tired of living here.