Dad: A Grown Ass Man? Doesn't Mean He Has Common Sense (prt 2)

*sighs, rubs my temples*

Here we are again.

Talking about my father and his lack of common sense.

I should create a whole new rant book dedicated to rants about my dad at this point.

I know this is the third update today, but boy, does his one-year-old brain piss me the fuck off.

Another 'my father used my fucking towel' story.

And I get it. It's just a towel. Get a fucking new one, Gracie!

I KNOW IT'S MY OWN FAULT! My mother literally reminded me that men are stupid, fucking idiots who don't give a shit.

But still. Hours later, it's still bugging the crap out of me, alright? So pardon me if I'm a little upset at my father for being a dumb idiot who doesn't know how to get their own damn towel.

I'm sitting here like: "Bro. Here's how you grab your own damn towel. *talks to him like he's a child* You open the cabinet, grab a random towel, and you use THAT one. Like a normal fucking person."

I'm sorry if I've bothered you with three stupid rants today. I guess I'm a naturally irritable person who doesn't tolerate dumbass people.