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Friday, June 22, 2007 10:20 AM


I want to strangle my sister.
End of Story.

Well the story actually goes like this, i went to bed at 2 plus last night but mel called me just before i slept so i talked to her til about five. And so, i woke up at 8 o'clock so that i could have breakfast with my dear sister. We had toast and eggs the last time round and we were supposed to go to macs today but Anyway. I felt so, so damn, shagged but i pulled myself out of bed (to be the nicest sister in the world yes) so that i wouldn't dissssappoint her. But, BUT i spent like the longest time in the world trying to wake her up, dragging her out bed, pulling off the blanket, switching the air con off, talking to her groggy face, tickling her toes and doing who knows what only to want to punch her.

I am never going to trust fourteen year olds again, not annnnyyyymore. My goodness, breakfast would have been so good :(

I think it's hilarious that i'm blogging and complaining to myself about how my sister denied me of breakfast. Well aside, I'M GOING BACK TO BED.


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