Writer's Block: Hell Hath No Fury
Well, before I answer this question, I must have a laugh. LJ, for once, you've read my mood.
NOW. To the heart of this matter.
The last person who made me mad? That dubious dishonor goes to my jackass little brother. I've been bending over backwards to help him out, and been very nice to him lately. So I ask him to get on the computer after letting him on for a good while.
Cue the emergence of the demon. He begs to stay on a little longer, saying he's gonna play a game once and be done with it. He does so, and tries to stay on. No surprise, but I force him off, he tries to off the computer (password privileges please, for fuck's sake, parents), and I barely manage to save it.
So, dipshit, I've had enough of you. No more favors, no more niceness except where needed, and no more chances. The cops should've dragged your ass to juvie like they almost did this week. Twice.
And unlike you, I actually have people that matter that I need to get online and see. None of those stupid Gaia n00bs that you're trying to talk to, but actual, good people who mean a lot to me. I'm sick of being able to see so few of them.