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Feb. 23rd, 2003 10:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
foi_nefasteA rant, this time. And well-deserved. I need a bloody drink.
Bloody hell. And we wonder why those kids are such utter brats. Seems that my parents’ decision to get a nanny for me was the right one; I would have been an insufferable brat, otherwise.
My parents own their business, and they’re always gone on trips. I pretty much raise the 2 kids during the 4 days per week when they’re gone. And I try to get them to do some housework, seeing as we’ve got a big house, and I can’t possibly go everything myself. Not much housework, but some. For example, my sister, who is 12, has to dry the dishes.
So, the two twits come home, and what do they do? Let the kids scooter around the whole downstairs. And then blame me when there’s marks on the floor from the wheels skidding. *growl* The idiots.
My sister claims she’s too tired to dishes. And so what does she do? Goes and plops down in front of the TV. That lump Leaving me to do all the stuff in the kitchen, of course. Couldn’t possibly get off her ass and do some of it, oh, no. And, if I get mad, the bloody failed-psychologist-that-calls-herself-my-mother says it’s my fault for giving her so much work to do. Never mind that, at that age, I was in charge of all the housework. Stupid bint.
Hmph.
The decision has been made. I am going to university away from here. *snort*
And the fics still aren’t better. Harry/Lucius, my ass.
I loath February.
Bloody hell. And we wonder why those kids are such utter brats. Seems that my parents’ decision to get a nanny for me was the right one; I would have been an insufferable brat, otherwise.
My parents own their business, and they’re always gone on trips. I pretty much raise the 2 kids during the 4 days per week when they’re gone. And I try to get them to do some housework, seeing as we’ve got a big house, and I can’t possibly go everything myself. Not much housework, but some. For example, my sister, who is 12, has to dry the dishes.
So, the two twits come home, and what do they do? Let the kids scooter around the whole downstairs. And then blame me when there’s marks on the floor from the wheels skidding. *growl* The idiots.
My sister claims she’s too tired to dishes. And so what does she do? Goes and plops down in front of the TV. That lump Leaving me to do all the stuff in the kitchen, of course. Couldn’t possibly get off her ass and do some of it, oh, no. And, if I get mad, the bloody failed-psychologist-that-calls-herself-my-mother says it’s my fault for giving her so much work to do. Never mind that, at that age, I was in charge of all the housework. Stupid bint.
Hmph.
The decision has been made. I am going to university away from here. *snort*
And the fics still aren’t better. Harry/Lucius, my ass.
I loath February.
