Not my day.

A typical happening in my family. I want my pocket money. I go to my Dad and say if he could give it to me. He turns maniac, starts to yell at me, whines, he is mad, agressive, you name it. Which usually ends in him shouting that it´s his fault as he wanted kids in the first place, then throws the money at me. O_o That´s just so degrading, that if I don´t really really really need the money, I don´t say anything anymore to him.

Met my ex math teacher at a shop today. Yikes. I hate how small Salzburg is, it´s impossible to not meet familiar people.

Not in the mood today for a funny entry.