Menopausal woman.

I live in a city.
A very boring city.
In Florida.
You're probably thinking to yourself "Gosh, she lives in Florida? That's aweseome! It's always shining in Florida and they have great oranges and she can go to Disney World anytime she wants to." Well guess what: wrong wrong WRONG. Whoever gave Florida the name of "sunshine state" obviously hasn't visited the panhandle area. It has been raining for a freaking week. I'm probably going to get depression from lack of sunshine. But you know what the worst thing about this whole situation is? My city can't decide "I'm going to be rainy today" or "I think I'm going to be windy". Ohho, she wants to make people's lives so much more difficult. One minute it's sunny, the next rainy, the next windy, and suddenly it's humid. It can’t make up it’s freaking mind! Which is why I characterize my city as a menopausal woman..you never know what you're going to get.

brotha drama. Again.

This blog is about a relatively pleasant brother of mine who is six years old. I tried to hug him today and he PUSHED me away. Excuse me little brother, but I think after six LONG years of suffering and sacrifice that I should be able to hug the little bugger. After all I had to go through torturous experience such as, oh I don't know, POTTY TRAINING. Sheesh. Is that what you really want little bro? FINE. No more hugs and kisses and when u get old and ur all alone in life don't blame me. God, little brothers are such traitors.

My brother is a ...

Why is is that when a younger sibling makes a STUPID mistake like , I don't know, slamming the refrigerator door so hard that it tips a cup full of hibiscus tea all.over. the. clean. refrigerator, the eldest is the one who has to pay the consequence? Huh? Yeah, my idiotic twelve year old brother was in SUCH a hurry today to stuff his little face with food that he tipped over red hibiscus tea that dripped all the way to the bottom of the WHITE refrigerator and onto the floor. Guess who had to stay and help him push the refrigerator around and "show" him how to clean up the mess? ME. guess who had to stay around while his royal highness escaped to the bathroom several times so he wouldn't finish his stupid chore?ME And guess who had to put up with my mom's "inquiries" as to why my lazy bum of a brother still hadn't finished cleaning up? Moi, of course.

Moral of the story: disown your younger siblings. Seriously.