my sister is a pain in the arse
The scene. Our loungeroom. Mid July... the coldest month of the year in Adelaide.
Her (wearing a midriff top): I'm cold. Its so cold in here. Why isn't the bloody heater on?
Me: Why don't you put a jumper on?
H: FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF!!!!
Mum (to me!!!) leave your sister alone sweetheart.
later on that day, she starts trying to connect my old video player to her TV. Somehow, she has 'adopted' it. There is a lot of banging around.
Me (to mother): I'd be quite happy if she actually had one of the other VCRs
Her: THATS BECAUSE YOU HATE ME, I KNOW YOU HATE ME!!!!
later that night:
M: I'm going to bed. (shuts the loungeroom door)
H: (snidely) don't you want to be warm in your room?
M: No, everyone else is awake. I don't want to hear talking, I don't want to get annoyed by noises, I want to sleep.
H: You could have said that in less words
M: If I want a speech editor, I'll let you know.
H: FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF
3 Comments:
You're so right. After that day I was pretty convinced I was going to crack! Especially because she constantly tells me I'm somehow the villain!
im so fascinated by your sister. i think i want to marry her.
I don't kmow if she'll be alive long enough... I've thought of a radical new treatment for PPD! Death!
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