So here I am on a fine Monday evening, staying in my room after my sister gets on my case for things I didn't even do. Anything that's wrong in her life is of course my fault. Can't be that she's too lazy to do things right the first time and we have dogs who are notorious for knocking over and laying on her clean clothes when she leaves them on the couch. But of course, its my fault they are knocked over and no longer folded neatly, because she left them there the past four hours and didn't take care of them.
Whatever. Why I even try to hang out in the living room is beyond me. You'd think I'd learn my lesson. I think its seriously time to think about moving out on my own, too bad the means to do so are beyond me at the moment. Ah well, maybe the job interview will turn out in my favor.
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