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i hate my brother.
i'm so glad we're only half related.
actully, he didn't even do anything this time to spark this hatred. i just don't want to be stuck with him this entire weekend without my mom as a shield between him and i.
ugh. he is such an ass. i hate him. he thinks that everyone is at his command. i have honestly never known anyone to snap their fingers at their friends when telling them do something, but he does. i don't know why he has friends, but he does, because they NEVER STOP CALLING. one called 14 times in two hours. his little girlfriend, (or should i say girlfriend-S) has demanded to know where he was and what the number was to that place, but only after calling four times that hour.
stupid 14 year old bitches.
i think i actully heard him masturbating while on the phone once. i picked up the phone to call someone, not knowing he was on the line, and i heard seductive groaning. i was a little agog, so i hung up quickly. a couple seconds later he, ranting down the hallway, yelled at me and told me that he was on the phone.
i hate him i hate him i hate him.
he cut my foot open once. i tripped over his skateboard, became angry, and threw it onto the porch. (he already would not get off the phone, even though he had been on it for 2 1/2 hours, so i was already mad at him.) he saw what i did and then shoved me down the hallway, smacking me into my closed door, which opened. i don't exactly know how my foot was cut open, but that was the process.
more complaining...
i need health.
i feel as though my spleen ruptured, gangrene settled in, and my lungs have been coughed up out of my throat. i have had three infected eyeballs in the past two weeks. i don't have three eyes.
but according to the doctor, nothing is wrong with me. seven prescriptions, and nothing is wrong with me.
but i was reminded by the doctor of my fatness. instead of telling me to, "lay off cookie," or that i, "have a spare tire," or by maing me do sit-ups because i apparently don't know how to do them, he said, "no more cake."
i will never go back to that stupid, insane asshole again.
i swear i have mono. i've felt horrible ever since "noises off."
on a happier note...
i just returned from kelsee's open house.
many many many pictures.
eric gray... i adore you. espcially your eighth grade photo. i cried with joy. also, i spit up my lemonade when the imaged popped back into my mind.
i miss the theater.
i'm so glad we're only half related.
actully, he didn't even do anything this time to spark this hatred. i just don't want to be stuck with him this entire weekend without my mom as a shield between him and i.
ugh. he is such an ass. i hate him. he thinks that everyone is at his command. i have honestly never known anyone to snap their fingers at their friends when telling them do something, but he does. i don't know why he has friends, but he does, because they NEVER STOP CALLING. one called 14 times in two hours. his little girlfriend, (or should i say girlfriend-S) has demanded to know where he was and what the number was to that place, but only after calling four times that hour.
stupid 14 year old bitches.
i think i actully heard him masturbating while on the phone once. i picked up the phone to call someone, not knowing he was on the line, and i heard seductive groaning. i was a little agog, so i hung up quickly. a couple seconds later he, ranting down the hallway, yelled at me and told me that he was on the phone.
i hate him i hate him i hate him.
he cut my foot open once. i tripped over his skateboard, became angry, and threw it onto the porch. (he already would not get off the phone, even though he had been on it for 2 1/2 hours, so i was already mad at him.) he saw what i did and then shoved me down the hallway, smacking me into my closed door, which opened. i don't exactly know how my foot was cut open, but that was the process.
more complaining...
i need health.
i feel as though my spleen ruptured, gangrene settled in, and my lungs have been coughed up out of my throat. i have had three infected eyeballs in the past two weeks. i don't have three eyes.
but according to the doctor, nothing is wrong with me. seven prescriptions, and nothing is wrong with me.
but i was reminded by the doctor of my fatness. instead of telling me to, "lay off cookie," or that i, "have a spare tire," or by maing me do sit-ups because i apparently don't know how to do them, he said, "no more cake."
i will never go back to that stupid, insane asshole again.
i swear i have mono. i've felt horrible ever since "noises off."
on a happier note...
i just returned from kelsee's open house.
many many many pictures.
eric gray... i adore you. espcially your eighth grade photo. i cried with joy. also, i spit up my lemonade when the imaged popped back into my mind.
i miss the theater.