Wednesday, May 21, 2008

A Rage Post

I need to get out of this shit... Seriously everyone is jumping on my back lately for no reason what-so-ever. I'm getting sick of it really, and you know who is the biggest offender, my brother. I don't know what his deal is but the guy has more mood swings then a teenage actress and I got to put up with his shit constantly. For those of you who think I'm being rough, or unfair, let me paint you a picture.

First scene: Paul helps me to do my assignment, that's all well and good because frankly without his help I would of been fucked. Anyway, after that we drank MY rum, and then I bought us some doughnuts.

Second scene: Continuing my generosity, I made him mac and cheese (the supreme ruler of pasta), mind you he did buy it. After it was done cooking, I brought it to him in his room, so here I am with two bowls of scolding hot cheesy mac and he just looks and me. "Where is the tomato sauce? I can't have macoroni without tomato sauce" Who the hell is he? Chef Ramsey "WHAT IS THIS SHIT! ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME SICK, EATING THIS SHIT WITHOUT KETCHUP!" Then he gets all bent out of shape about how I don't appreciate his help? I mean with the exception of our good friend Gordon, who else would get mad about macoroni and cheese without tomatoe sauce.

Third scene: He comes upstairs all nice and friendly and watches the state of origin on MY t.v. and goes down at half time because he is tired. I go downstairs about two hours later to get a little snack and tell him the scores. I knock on the door, because he is the mighty gate keeper of his room and none but he can allow/disallow access. And I knock, because I'm being courteous and mannered, and he retorts that knock with a loud obnoxious "WHAT!" so he was obviously up to something, use your imagination, so I said "Forget about it." Went off to get my food.

....Five minutes later he comes out asking what I wanted, I told him I didn't want to talk anymore, and then he get's all wacked out about it and he brings up the same shit again. "This is how you show your generosity, after I help you out on your assignment." Dude, I just don't want to talk with you anymore, it's not that big of a deal... And then he calls me selfish because I don't want to talk to him.

Ok, let's talk about selfish:
Selfish is not buying your girlfriend 50 dollar flowers and buying yourself yet another xbox 360 game.
Selfish is drinking your brothers beers without asking
Selfish is wearing other peoples socks
Selfish is only wanting to talk about your shit
Selfish is having your xbox 360 and tv in your bedroom
Selfish is when you have a cry about every little fucking thing that goes wrong.
I could go on...

Fourth scene: On my 21st I had a shindig, where we got drunk, watched rugby, and had pizza: a reals guys night. For supplies I bought a carton of beer and a bottle of rum (the rum we were drinking before) and I was willing to shout people if they brought their own and they asked, or I asked them. Not any of these requirements were filled where my brother is concerned. So yeah, I love how in times of arguments he conviniently forgets what I've done, e.g. like buying our parents birthday/christmas presents.

So if he reads this and I hope he does. Fuck you, you fucking asshole.

Love Dave.
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