I'm Angsty

Lately being in the same vicinity/building/car as my dad has become nearly unbearable. Downright unpleasant, in fact.

Proof that he needs a brain-ectomy:
1) He bought a dozen donuts today. No special occasion. He just wanted some and didn't want to feel guilty about eating a whole box by himself. My mom and I didn't really like either of the 2 KINDS that he got. But we ate them anyway so he wouldn't.
2) He spends money all the time on things he wants and DOES NOT NEED. New webcams, new computer monitor for my mom, used laptop, etc. It's disgusting. Nobody in our household works.
3) Forces his obsessions on other people. IE, email forwards, old t.v. shows and movies that he's illegally downloaded, Skype, taking really bad closeup pictures of EVERYONE.
4) Refusing to be treated for depression or sugar addiction. He's a diabetic who eats too much candy(uncontrollably) then is cranky and whiny when it makes him sick!! WTF?!
5a) Complained of a hurt back and inexplicably moved a couch and everything on it and in between where it was and where he wanted it to be. He's still milking that injury for sympathy.
5b) Doesn't know where he put my box of clean clothes when he was "rearranging the junk" downstairs. Refuses to help me look.
6) Gets pissed when he trips over his own junk on the floor by his bed. DUURRRR. Pick it up.
7) Makes me leave his room or turn my head if I'm upstairs when he showers. He's above dressing and undressing in the bathroom.
8) Spends more money by ordering things from the value menu than he would on a combo meal. Insists on an official "buttload" of fries to go with whatever burgers he shoves down his throat.

I wanna keep going but I'm sure you get the point. I know I'm supposed to love everyone as God does, but loving my dad is going to be VERY HARD.