I Hate Steve

Jan 14, 2008 20:49

Dude. 
What. The. Fuck?
*I* get yelled at for falling asleep in class, and Steve laughs while bragging about how he stole stuff from his school and my mom lets him off scot-free? What the hell is this world?

Fuck, I hate that asshole. Wish he'd stay out of my room. Or go die in a corner. SOMETHING.

At least I have my memories of Disneyworld to cheer me up. I think I'll write it down, just so I don't forget.

It was a couple years ago, when we went to Florida as a  family. There we were, in Magic Kingdom (I think), walking along, and Steve (stupid little bugger) is running ahead, pissing me off. I don't even remember what about, but I was getting really mad. So he's running, right? And I stick out my foot to trip him mid-jump, and he goes flying - what, three feet? It was bloody awesome. The people passing by were staring at me, and I was caught somewhere between horror and thinly veiled amusement; I think Sophia might've been laughing, but I'm not sure.

It was great. Ah, good times. Sophia and I still giggle over that.
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