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[10 Feb 2008|04:37pm] |
Well, we're certainly fucked, aren't we? Royally fucked indeed. And do I care? No.
"Oh, Lisa, how can you say that?" I hear you cry in dismay. Well, calm down, don't get your bloody knickers (or in the case of my sister, thong) in a twist. The truth is, I'm more concerned about my present condition than any impending doom. I'm concerned about the fact that I've been living in a house with Sluttypants (i.e., my sister) for far too long now. And the fact that I've found a used condom in my room. And the fact that I want to vomit right now. And the fact that I think I'm going to. Oh god, hold on.
Well, that was a gratifying experience. Nothing like getting revenge by sicking up in someone's pillow. Almost as gratifying as the time I chopped up her clothes with pruning shears, but the payback for that was brutal, so let's not go there, shall we? No, I am much more concerned with my present misery than anything else, no matter how horrible some people may find that to be. Yes, I'm selfish. I'll be the first to admit that. But you try living with a conceited nutter who's in love with her own reflection and has the mental age of a reasonably intelligent chimpanzee (which makes sense if you consider the fact that monkeys are attracted to their reflections, too).
Oh shit, she's found the pillow. And when provoked she lashes out in bestial and violent ways. Rather like a monkey, I'd imagine. I'll really have to look into that one.
You know, this almost makes me look forward to go back to Hogwarts. Almost.
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