Liz, yo (oulan) wrote,
Liz, yo

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My father is a strange boy

So my father showed up here this morning, like he does every Sunday, and he went into my room and started nudging me to wake me up, which was weird enough. After I finally turned over, he gave me a shirt.

A shirt. And not just any shirt. A purple shirt. A purple shirt that reads "Dice-K".

Now, I am not stupid. I know what this means. I mean, come on, I live in Massachusetts. But I am not a sports fan. He knows I'm not a sports fan. The most like a sports fan I get is during the World Cup and I don't even support our team. That's all for Brazil.

So, dad. Why?

And purple. The shirt is purple, did I mention that?

And here's the best part. I have, in the past, expressed how I felt the general Red Sox fan people were ignorant for having to abbreviate the poor man's name. His name is Daisuke. Is that so much harder than Dice-K? And it's not even just Dice-K... but someone actually puts the effort to effing draw the dice. So yeah, I've told him how much I don't like it.

Yet. I have a shirt. A purple shirt. A purple shirt that says Dice-K. And my mother is jealous and they made me put it on. And then when I changed to go out to the store, my father was like... "WHY AREN'T YOU WEARING THE SHIRT!?!?!"

I love my father and I love that he thinks to buy me things... and I don't have the heart to tell him I'd rather burn the shirt than wear it again.
Tags: trufax, very personal
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