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Argh! Helen makes me so angry.
I wish she’s just do something. Anything! It escapes me how she can be so goddamn lazy.
If she’d just get off her fat arse, she could get a job in a flash. Especially at this time of year, there’s no excuse. All the people who had summer jobs will have gone back to college. There’ll be millions of full time weekday jobs available in town. The job centre is wank, everyone knows that. You have to go seek them out for yourself. I just want her to do something.
I mean today, some friends came over for our lunch break. When we came in she was still in her pyjamas and on livejournal, yet she had the audacity to bitch that we were making too much noise! How fucking dare she!? I can’t get over the fact that she’s nine-fucking-teen! I had to try clear up the kitchen a bit and make the place slightly more presentable because she has done nothing to help. There was loads of washing up to do, a big pile of ironing, the living room’s a mess…she could just help. I mean, she owes it to our parents if nothing else. If I’d been as huge a lazy slob as her and got myself kicked out of college for not doing work, and my parents hadn’t kicked me out the house by now I’d be so fucking grateful to them. I’d want to repay their hospitality and at the very least help keep the house tidy. She just has no idea. At all. When I am her age, I’ll be in my second year at university. I’ll be living on my own, miles from home, working hard to improve my job prospects.
Geez, it’s tempting to get a job now just prove to my parents that it doesn’t take this fucking long. I mean, she’s getting a job seekers allowance. Surely ‘seekers’ implies looking. There should have to be a way of proving that you genuinely are looking and aren’t just scabbing off the system and have no intention of ever actually working. To be honest I think she’s happy having it this way and just scabbing off my mum when she wants to go out and get drunk. It makes me feel ill!
She also has these stupid fantasies about moving down the Brighton, getting a job and a flat down there and enjoying some fabulous gay social scene with all the new gay friends she’ll make down there. It ain’t gon’ happen. Bitching and whining to me about how bored and lonely she is in Luton is not going to make it happen. She has put no effort into this so far. She could have got work in a shop, saved a couple of thousand to get her started on paying rents, and actually done it by now. But no, she’s still here, eating us out of house and home (mum even agreed to let my brother and me hide a tub of Ben&Jerries in the freezer away from her because we all know she’d just scoff it if she knew it were there) and writing to imaginary people in her pyjamas all day. I can see her from where I'm sitting right now. In the corner of my eye, I can see her spilling over the edge of the chair she's sat on..The diameter of her upper arm is roughly that of my thigh now, and her back fat is pressing through the slats on the back of the chain...Eugh. It just gets me so MAD.