My family tie is a slipknot!

Mood: Fine. But I was pissed off a minute ago.
Music: The Be Good Tanyas - The Littlest Birds

Good God!! How is it that my family has a knack for turning every conflict into a full-blown Jerry Springer episode? Fuck! I am living on a dysfunctional funny farm!

Here is what happened:

Jake is playing GTA San Andreas for like, the millionth hour. No joke, this game is pretty much the reason the kid's taking grade nine math three times. He's already beat it but hey, why not beat it AGAIN!
So. We were going to watch a movie, which meant he had to save, and I wasn't really paying attention - I saw him running up to one of those totally realistic floating diskette thingies when I went to put the DVD in, so I figure he saved, and then he's like "Oo, I gotta make some breakfast first!" So I look up and his little black guy is in the kitchen with a box of cereal just as I turn the game off - woops; THAT was a fucking BAD idea!

I said sorry and all that, but before you know it there's a controller flying across the room as well as a "burn in hell you fucking bitch/cocksucker/diseased french whore etc." (Okay I made the last one up :-P) - My brother is like a truck driver with turrets when he's pissed, which is a bit pathetic. So I kind of smirked and told him he needed anger management - I am just full of bad ideas today, aren't I?

So he stands up on the couch, tells me to fuck myself, feigns blasting the Xbox converter at my head, so I duck, and laugh at him. I have this habbit of laughing in uncomfortable situations. That pissed him off even more, so he lets it fly and it smacks against my ankle, leaving one hell of a bruise.

I dunno. I have a thing with ankles - I am an Aquarius so if you're into astrology you know that ankles are my "special area". So now I'm pissed off, I chuck the converter against the wall and march into the kitchen where The Mother is peacably ignoring the lake of verbal diarrhea I've been subjected to drown in (I don't care, just the fact that you know he's trying to hurt you really isn't nice).
Because I'm an attention whore I open the freezer door with a little more force than necessary in my quest to get ice on my battered little foot, which sends The Mother lunging at me. Now she's screaming at me because I "can't control my anger" (like I'm sure the freezer will be scarred for life) and I'm screaming at her because she just stood there and thoroughly ignored about 50 swear words the lil' brudder hurled at me. And I'm crying, out of frusteration mostly, and she's yelling at me because the converter's broken (which is 100% completely MY fault) and I'm being called an abuser (for Christ's sake, I didn't know there was such thing as electronics abuse) and then the rest is pretty much a blur. Now I am at the computer.

Sooo... my mother has since informed me that I'm paying for the next thing I break - that's right, we're all in favour of the damn Xbox converter. Nobody cares that I'm also going to be paying for Jacob's little outburst by hobbling around for the next couple of days. But that's what you get for living with a couple of materialistic assholes.

If anybody wants a roommate I can cook, sort of... anybody? Heh heh.

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