I wonder if chris really wanted us to shave his head last night?

Things were pretty groovy last night.

I could sleep for days.

Am I a spoiled brat now?

Recent LJ discussion has had me asking that question today. Since Dad has come back I've got an awful lot of stuff. A new computer, guitar, viola stuff and countless other items. And all I do is bitch about what a prick he is. Which he is, he left my brother and I without a single word for 15 years. I think next time I see him I've got to reconcile with him once and for all. I can't keep him at an arm's length any longer while he showers me with gifts in a desperate attempt to get to know me. That's really manipulative, which was never my intention but it is the effect. Sometimes I wish for the days of living back on Ewen Rd just barely getting by on Mom's RN salary. I think I was a better person then, or at least not as doubtful.