center stage, spot light on, yve standing in the dead center.

WHAAAAAT!!!

Thats right.

She's back. With a vengeful fury that shall know no bounds or hath no means of finally.

Miss me?

Missed you too blogger, missed you like the winter misses the sun and the crow misses the winds.

Whats news.

I finished college!

I finished co-op!

I GOT A JOB!!

Yes, ladies and gents, I am now working full time in a big, beautiful law office and I love it!!

Well, most parts of it. There are somethings I could do without, but they are so minute that its not worth the bother. Seeing as I do work in a law firm and I am under strict confidentiality rules, I'm just going to say to my ex boyfriend 'NEENER NEENER NEENER, you may work for the government, but I can PROMISE I make more then you! And I'm happier!! NEENER NEENER NEENER!! Still think you're right in dumping me!? WELL THAT JUST SHOWS YOU REALLY ARE THE IDIOT I KNOW YOU ARE!'

-coughs-

With that bit of gleeful delight out of my system now I can tell you exactly what has been going on outside of work, at home.

WEEELLLL you all remember my crazy ass sister, and her alcoholic pathological liar fiance and thier lovechild right? You know, the one sister who chased me with a butcher knife while carrying her baby cause I called her out on her behaviour while I went to T.O to help her and her loser boyfriend out when no one else would? Yah that one...

Well, melodrama after melodrama, pity, crocodile tears, you're life is so fucking bad (because your loser boyfriend can't keep a job and drinks away all your money), you're just as big as a loser as he is, even when you delude yourself you're not, you are...

_refrains from cursing too much_

They've come to live with us in Ottawa, in our tiny little spare bedroom, because after begging and crying with everyone to borrow money to move back to Canmore (omfg as far away from me as we both can afford) they loose thier flight cause the stupid idiot doesn't have a piece of i.d.

HOW DO YOU LIVE IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT ID?!?! FAAAAAAWK.

So after spending a couple weeks in a hostel, they called up my mom cried crocodile tears and are now living here.

Guess what I did?

FUCKED RIGHT OFF TO BROCKVILLE.

OKAY let me slow down and tell you what happened from the beginning.

Last Saterday 6 am (awake cause my body sez its time to be up for work, even though its a day off) I go downstairs for a cup of tea, thinking I could just curl up in bed and chill the day away.

My dad is sitting in the kitchen about to light a smoke and looks at me dead serious and tells me to sit down.

Shit, I think its the Big 'C' conversation (which I've been waiting for so I was a bit more tense then I should have been at 6 am) and I sit down and he passed me the smoke and the lighter and tells me to light up.

I look at him like he's not serious but hey in this house when some one passes you something to smoke, you take it and appriciate it cause its generally not going to happen again for a while. SO I do. and then he tells me I'm going to be irrate.

Irrate.

I-fucking-rrate is a god-damn understatement.

He then tells me /they/ are moving in with us.

Me: When?

Dad: Today.

M: Why wasn't I told about this.

D: I'm telling you now.

M: Why?

D: Mom said they could.

M: OH FUCK NO.

D: I know, I'm mad too.

M: I'm not mad, I'm PISSED FUCKING OFF. Does mom not remember getting a call from me at 9 pm, lost in Toronto, after /she/ chased me out of the house with a butcher knife?

D: Apparently not.

Discussion continues about how we're both pissed off, yada yada yada.

I call my best friend and ask for an escape.

BROCKVILLE!!

I get home, go to bed, and Sunday arrives.

Mom leaves before I can even STIR in my sheets. I don't see her all day, nor do I see dad for more then a brief moment.

Then I am left -ALONE- with /them/.

Still waiting for my apology from mom, crazy bitch.

I am pissed.

I know this sounds petty and cruel, but you really have no idea how infuriating these two are. First, wasteful. Horribly disgustingly wasteful. Secondly, loud. Thirdly, proud, spitful people who have superiority complexes. Seriously you want to see someone with the most self-inflated princess complex...come spend a day or two with my sister. BITCH doesn't even begin to describe it.

Monday--> not here TWO DAYS and they're borrowing money of my brother.

Tuesday--> Get into a yelling match because neither of them has any money to get copies of their resumes made.

Wednesday --> boyfriend disappears for 24 hours. OMFG is there hope? Did he really fuck off?

Thursday --> no, he was just in jail. Guess who let him back in the house...mom and crazy bitch.

Friday--> neither of them have a job and they approach me to borrow money. Why? They've been invited out for drinks by old friends. HAHAHAHAHA NO.

Saterday---> I get bitched at becuase I haven't been home to help them clean. COME AGAIN!??

Clean what?
I work 5 days a week, 8.5 hours a day, I am not home all day making messes, and living like thier going to be supported by us.
I gave them my best dead-pan expression before I turn on my heel and walk back to my room where I have been locked all week and am are now here.

SO. YAH. if I appear bitchy and evil in the next few months...THAT IS WHY.

Also...

new tattoo!!!

orchids, pink and purple, very girlie, very painful.

Ouch.