What the fucking fuck...

Well, it appears my father's still reading my blog, including my latest entry. From this he draws the conclusion that I care about his money more than I care about him, which (in a long article I wrote before my computer froze up, and I don't feel like writing it again) is, of course, wrong. There's another thing that ticks me off, being that in the fact entry I made a bit ago, he draws the conclusion that I'd rather go into welfare than work at DSM at all. If I ever said this in an entry, I was wrong to say so, but I know I didn't, so I'm safe there.

I don't know if the man knows how much he hurts me with these accusations...

This is a major downer on the euphoria I was experiencing from most likely having found an internship. I will not go into further detail yet until I know if my coordinator agrees (and he'd better, cuz I'm gonna kill him if he doesn't).

Oh, and congratz dad. I hope you have a good marriage.