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WAR!

I am a girl of many talents.

Today, for instance, I helped my Dad replace our broken dryer. Long and arduous work, let me tell ya. First we disconnected the dryer hose thinga-mabob. We were supposed to rehook it onto the spare dryer we had (yeah, because we just have spare dryers hanging around all the time) but it broke. Lint was everywhere. And well, lint's not supposed to be in the dryer tube thing. It was a fire waiting to happen, basically. It turned an hour job into a 3 hour job.

I worked HARD!!

Yeah, taking a dryer down the stairs is a pain in the back. Especially with cramps. :(

Since I did all the work (out of my three sisters and I) I got to do my laundry first! YeaaaahhhH!

My one sister made dinner tonight, so she thinks she has the authority to tell me when I should have my stuff done. YEAH RIGHT! She said to me, "Yeah, well, just make sure you have it all done by Sunday morning, because I have stuff to do."

HELLO? It's 11:00 Saturday night, and I only have ONE load done--out of a possible SEVEN!

Sucha b-i-t-c-h, really. When I came back with, "Okay, sure...I'll try" in my most sarcastic tone, the little gremlin says, "Alexa, shut up. I don't wanna hear it. Just have it done."

I gotta admit, the little witch has got some backbone that I envy, but if she continues to give it to me, I'm gonna continue beating the crap outta her. My dad said he hated how his older brother bullied him when he was younger, but I don't exactly have much of a choice when my YOUNGER sister is the bully. She's got everyone in this family (my dad and I not so much) whipped into tip-toeing around her temper so we can get away from her unscathed. Well, I can't take her shit on a daily basis, so I beat the crap outta her and lie, cheat, and steal to get my way. (Of course, she lies, cheats AND steals first, so I'm merely retaliating. XP)

Yeah, can you believe this is my family?
It is. We've got the whole "mob" personality going on, but we actually fight each other more than other people. It'll be a good day if I don't say a word to the little witch. And you can bet there'll be ice-skating in hell before I show signs of benevolence towards her. I'm tired of being forced by the 'rents to take intiative and start being nicer to her. It's all out war until someone backs down.

WHEW!

Sorry. That was a lot of ranting and raving, and I'm not even all that mad! I'm just in shock sometimes by how much she actually gets away with. But don't worry, I'm done for now.

Comments

SalGal said…
My sister and I were the same way growing up. Don't cringe, but it's true... we're best buds now. At least, I think so. ;)
March 26, 2007 at 11:46:00 AM EDT
alexgirl said…
It is so annoying when people tell you to be nicer to someone who's CLEARLY the meaner one. It's like "hello, why don't you ask HER to behave?"
My sister and I don't fight much, but when we do... it sucks. I feel your pain!
And thanks for the movie recommendation. I'll definitely check out #23.
March 26, 2007 at 9:43:00 PM EDT
Alex said…
if i had a sister (thank GOD i dont), she whould probably run screaming if i went into her room. heh heh

oh and thank you vedy vedy much for the comment! :P
March 26, 2007 at 10:51:00 PM EDT
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