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I felt like changing my icon because as foxy as that picture of Drew Fuller is (it's currently my wallpaper on my computer. I can't stop staring at it, it's so hypnotic) Anyway, if you're wondering about the thing written. It's the end of Funeral in Carpathia by Cradle of Filth. I've gone a little mad on vampiric metal at the moment although I'm still waiting for Nathan to burn Theatre Des Vampires for me.
My future brother in law is a cunt. He and my sister and my creepy, creepy niece (I'll get to that)come over to my house just as I roll out of bed. This wasn't a problem for me. They were going to stay for tea, still, not a problem. Not to air other people's dirty laundry or whatever the fuck but Brad was cut because Jasmin got a little annoyed at his mother for picking up my niece after Jasmin had put her down so they could go home. Anyway, Brad's mum says something to the extent of I'm her Grandmother and I'll pick her up when I want to. Look, so she's the grandmother, big fucking deal. Getting back to the topic at hand, Jasmin and Brad are sitting on the couch in my loungeroom when his brother rings talking about how he doesn't want Jasmin to cause trouble at his wedding and what have you. Jasmin says "fine, I just won't go" then Brad cracks the sads and drives off, leaving Jasmin distraught. I wasn't impressed. Then, knowing my general dislike of babies, mum gives me Melinda and tells me to go inside. She's screaming her head off and I'm freaking out because I don't know what to do. You would think that alone would make me angry... Not so friends. Mum rings him to see if he's coming back and he says "I'm going to my grandmother's to sort this out. If she (Jasmin) can't get alone with my family and they can't get along with her, it's over." Now, correct me if I'm wrong but if you're supposedly in love with someone, enough to have a child with them, you should be able to tell your parents, or anyone for that matter, to fuck off when they are interferring. I know I would. And here my friends is where it ultimately gets worse. He thinks she has post natal depression and wants HER to get counselling. I swear I wish I were a man so I could beat him up. Hell, I just wish I could beat him up, with a crowbar maybe. Hell, anything. If it cause blood to spill, I want it. I had reserved judgment of Brad before but now that I have a better impression, I have to say, he's not really that impressive. He's a bogan for one. (Why is it that she always picks the bogans?) He treats her like crap. He has moments where he's nice to her but for the most part, he's a stupid mummy's boy who needs to grow up.
As for other things. I found my soulmate... sort of. Like everything else in life, it's complicated. Suffice to say I know who they are now and I'm not telling so fuck off. Anyway, that's it for now. I'll probably be back later. but until then. Adios.
My future brother in law is a cunt. He and my sister and my creepy, creepy niece (I'll get to that)come over to my house just as I roll out of bed. This wasn't a problem for me. They were going to stay for tea, still, not a problem. Not to air other people's dirty laundry or whatever the fuck but Brad was cut because Jasmin got a little annoyed at his mother for picking up my niece after Jasmin had put her down so they could go home. Anyway, Brad's mum says something to the extent of I'm her Grandmother and I'll pick her up when I want to. Look, so she's the grandmother, big fucking deal. Getting back to the topic at hand, Jasmin and Brad are sitting on the couch in my loungeroom when his brother rings talking about how he doesn't want Jasmin to cause trouble at his wedding and what have you. Jasmin says "fine, I just won't go" then Brad cracks the sads and drives off, leaving Jasmin distraught. I wasn't impressed. Then, knowing my general dislike of babies, mum gives me Melinda and tells me to go inside. She's screaming her head off and I'm freaking out because I don't know what to do. You would think that alone would make me angry... Not so friends. Mum rings him to see if he's coming back and he says "I'm going to my grandmother's to sort this out. If she (Jasmin) can't get alone with my family and they can't get along with her, it's over." Now, correct me if I'm wrong but if you're supposedly in love with someone, enough to have a child with them, you should be able to tell your parents, or anyone for that matter, to fuck off when they are interferring. I know I would. And here my friends is where it ultimately gets worse. He thinks she has post natal depression and wants HER to get counselling. I swear I wish I were a man so I could beat him up. Hell, I just wish I could beat him up, with a crowbar maybe. Hell, anything. If it cause blood to spill, I want it. I had reserved judgment of Brad before but now that I have a better impression, I have to say, he's not really that impressive. He's a bogan for one. (Why is it that she always picks the bogans?) He treats her like crap. He has moments where he's nice to her but for the most part, he's a stupid mummy's boy who needs to grow up.
As for other things. I found my soulmate... sort of. Like everything else in life, it's complicated. Suffice to say I know who they are now and I'm not telling so fuck off. Anyway, that's it for now. I'll probably be back later. but until then. Adios.