Yesterday was one hell of a day. First I find out that an acquaintance of mine is getting married. She foolishly thinks that her marriage will solver all her problems Quite the opposite, I doubt her marriage will last longer then two years.
Then I get a call from my mother, guess who's back in jail? Oh yeah, that would be my idiot half brother, Bozo the Clown. He was the one that wrecked my parents house and threatened to kill me. I have a restraining order against him. Social services came by to ask Mum to take his kids. After the last time, in which they did nothing but scream nonstop for three months, she said no. I'm proud of her for that. She's such a sweet woman that helping others is simply part of who she is. Bozo burned any and all bridges that connected him to us. I swear if I hear he's been killed in jail or run over by a bus, I won't care, might laugh maybe, but I won't cry.
I also received a call from my younger brother. He left a message on my phone asking for my track ball mouse since he's broken his. Now, we've had his daughter at the house for well over a month, the first time he calls its to beg for a mouse, not ask how his daughter is doing. I paid $50usd for that mouse! I am not going to just give it to him. If he wants something, he has to do like everyone else and bloody work for it! Get a job, you looser!
Oh how I loathe my relatives.
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