. . . . IT IS TIME FOR THE Emily Lamontagne PITY PARTY! The theme? The following story!
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Forgive the lame intro. I needed something corny to laugh at.
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We have relatives visiting from WAY out of town for the next week and a half. My brother and I have to share the basement. Its pretty spacious, three rooms, big living room, fridge, freezer, TV, computer, all that jazz, but here's the thing: because two out of three rooms are being used as storage rooms and my brother called dibs on the only other room, i'm being forced to sleep on the couch in the living room. And because the living room is in between the stairs and the room my brother is residing in, I have to endure him -and everybody else needing to be downstairs for whatever reason- invading my personal space, looking at me while I'm sleeping and looking at my stuff. I can't take much more of this!
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And onto the next story:
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I own VERY FEW nice things. Recently, I spent $1500 on a brand-new racing bike so that I could compete in the Thompson Triathlon alongside my mother. I also spent another $75 on a very good lock and chain to keep it safe.
Apparently, spending that much money means nothing in my house.
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Forgive the lame intro. I needed something corny to laugh at.
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We have relatives visiting from WAY out of town for the next week and a half. My brother and I have to share the basement. Its pretty spacious, three rooms, big living room, fridge, freezer, TV, computer, all that jazz, but here's the thing: because two out of three rooms are being used as storage rooms and my brother called dibs on the only other room, i'm being forced to sleep on the couch in the living room. And because the living room is in between the stairs and the room my brother is residing in, I have to endure him -and everybody else needing to be downstairs for whatever reason- invading my personal space, looking at me while I'm sleeping and looking at my stuff. I can't take much more of this!
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And onto the next story:
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I own VERY FEW nice things. Recently, I spent $1500 on a brand-new racing bike so that I could compete in the Thompson Triathlon alongside my mother. I also spent another $75 on a very good lock and chain to keep it safe.
Apparently, spending that much money means nothing in my house.
My brother stole the key to the lock from my purse and stole my bike because he left his somewhere and couldn't be arsed to get it. My $1500 bike and HE F*CKING STOLE IT BECAUSE HE IS A F*CKING LAZY SH*T!!!!
I told him that if he didn't have it back to me by tomorrow, I was going to call the cops on him and I was going to have him arrested for theft. And if it was returned to me in pieces or in any way damaged, he was buying me a brand new bike.
He still owes me $400 from the last thing of mine he broke after stealing it.
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And so ends the Emily Lamontagne pity party! I hope you all enjoyed your stay on Teenage Angst lane.
Merrily met,
~Scarlet
