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| Our ref ain't so innocent... |
This week is a disaster. Not only did our refridgerator get broken, but we lack food in the house. My mother refuses to buy new gorceries until we replace our 11-year old ref. I suggested we order take-out, but to my annoyance, she said. "No, that's a waste of money... Plus, it will go straight to your thighs." Thought it is pretty sure, I roll my eyes all the same. Yes, I am starving for decent food, for all we eat at the moment are canned goods and instant oatmeal (which I love, but ignore this last comment!).
My father decided that we have eaten to much Vienna Sausages. He, mom, my brothers and I went to the mall to get a new ref. Before that, though, I think all that weird food has gotten into my parents brains.
They are always so irritable. And the fact that we threw our old ref out, the patience went out with it. First, my older brother arrives late after curfew. Though my parents would naturally just shurg this off with a stern glance, my brother decided to add a couple of bad news to the plate: He got nabbed. His phone, school notebooks, iPod, and valuable items were stolen by some guy in the motor bike.
My dad didn't really get mad at the news that he was nabbed. He was mostly angry that my brother didn't bother to text that his class would end at 6 pm. Since my brother is a commuter, he pretty much knows that my dad is strict about texting and safety. Apprently, our village is one of the most dangerous places in the whole town. People get stabbed, shot and raped everywhere because our stupid mayor just won't install street lights.
And the 'fun' doesn't end there. As soon as the ref is gone, my little brother becomes a spoiled brat and an annoying crybaby. Everytime he doesn't get what he wants there are tears. 'Effin tears!! At first I thought that maybe he is just looking for attention, but I soon realize that he just wants everything to go his way! I hate it. I reall really hate it. My parents ignore my comments and suggestions about it, so I scold my younger brother, and end up being scolded by my parents.
Seriously, he's turning five soon! He never cries like this before. *sigh*
So anyway, there are a lot more disfunctional family annoyances, and yet I really don't want to write anymore.
Yours 'till I rant once more,
thesupersomething
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