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More war, again victimized by my parents. I make one little comment, and i get in shit, when she talks about me to people at work. Mum takes it out on me because she can give it, but can't take it, Mum knows it but wont say it, Dad openly agrees with it. I'm glad my Dad at least has the balls to stand up for both sides of the stories, and he reasons properly, calm, instead of yelling back at me.
Work was good fucking fun, Quinny is a mad dog, love working with the kid, and Alister, sick dudes. Decent crew tonight, was good fun, then come home to this bullshit, im just going to plan a few things, got work tomorrow morning. Out.