Silly me!
I'm being extremely silly. -.-
My baby-brother is being ridden by some random... girl and I'm all "*hiiiiiisssssssssssssssssssss*-my-horse-get-thee-off-biotch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Which is absolutely stupid! And makes me feel rather like 6 than the 26 I am.
Logically I know that I'm only profiting out of it. I have more time for school, work and less stress in general (hell, it takes me more than a freaking hour with public transport + car only to get to where he is now) but anyway...
Despite my logic slapping me over the head, my emotions are all: it is my horse (okay, actually my mother's/grandmother's but never mind that)! I don't want random girls to ride him! *growls*
Well, I'll get used to it. Not like he isn't the turbo-slut per excellence anyway since he's all over anything and everything that gives him attention. ;)
And now I really should get some work done. O.o It's just so boring and it's Sunday and I want to go home and read about digging up old graves and making charts of the finds and snorfel a little more through "Doktor Glas" and then write some for my sweetie so she has something to read when she's back home.
Yes. Right. Back to work!
My baby-brother is being ridden by some random... girl and I'm all "*hiiiiiisssssssssssssssssssss*-my-horse-get-thee-off-biotch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Which is absolutely stupid! And makes me feel rather like 6 than the 26 I am.
Logically I know that I'm only profiting out of it. I have more time for school, work and less stress in general (hell, it takes me more than a freaking hour with public transport + car only to get to where he is now) but anyway...
Despite my logic slapping me over the head, my emotions are all: it is my horse (okay, actually my mother's/grandmother's but never mind that)! I don't want random girls to ride him! *growls*
Well, I'll get used to it. Not like he isn't the turbo-slut per excellence anyway since he's all over anything and everything that gives him attention. ;)
And now I really should get some work done. O.o It's just so boring and it's Sunday and I want to go home and read about digging up old graves and making charts of the finds and snorfel a little more through "Doktor Glas" and then write some for my sweetie so she has something to read when she's back home.
Yes. Right. Back to work!