Beware what stalks you in the night, Beware the she-wolf and her bite.

Well...This Christmas was a bitch
Instead of getting gifts from my father (my parents are divorced) he simply took us shopping today. When he arrived at my mom's house to pick us up, I decided I was going to ask for a PSP. I feel I deserved one, and it shouldn't be that big of a deal. Well, guess what? Too late. I step outside and SURPRISE! Dear old fucking Daddy bought a brand new truck! Did he need it? Fuck no. Did he even stop to think that maybe I COULD use the truck, being that I'll be driving in *checks watch* two years? Fuck no. So, what does Kevin get for Christmas, since all the money has been blown on a giant toy that he is only using because his penis is too small? Nothing.

I said "Dad, I want a PSP." We get to Best Buy, he has no idea what a PSP is, then talks to the employee. "Well, it's $250."
"We'll keep looking" is his response with a chuckle. I just stared at him, gave him my best "Stewie Griffin" glare, and said "You just bought a truck, you ass, and this is only a thousandth of the price that truck was." then walked off. Just walked off. I walked all the way to the other end of the store. I think..HE GOT PWNED. Assfuck.
Anyway, I decided there wasn't anything else I wanted for Christmas...well, because there wasn't. And it's not like I didn't look..I looked for something else. Something that cheap fuck could afford. But there was nothing. Later, we went to Hobby Lobby, then to Target, then to GameStop, then to the bookstore, back to GameStop (all the while buying things for my sister), and I decided "STOP! We need to go back to GameStop." So I went in, pointed at a random game, and Game Informer, and said "I want those. Now buy them, lest I tell Mom that I went without this Christmas." The game was Soul Caliber III.
It ended up costing him about $65. That lazy bastard. I didn't even want either of the two things I got.
Now do you wonder why I hate Christmas so fucking much?