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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

OHEMGEE I freaking envy the people out there who get along with their siblings and are best friends WTFFFFFFFFFFF. WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR ME TO COOPERATE WITH MINE!?

You see, my mum always scolds me about our failed sisterly (more like homocidal) relationship and keeps warning me about that family where one sister killed the other while fighting over a hair straightener or something. So apparantly I'm the venomous bitch and the brat's the angel who "always tries to make amends only to be rejected by the venomous bitch."

K so. When I took my first step into the house after coming back from ballet, instead of hearing "did you dance well?" or something the first thing that gets thrown at me is "and you called ME a slut." (because i was wearing a dress and loads of makeup) right in front of my mum, who obviously liked my outfit.

The origins of this came from last week when she was complaining about how long her school dress was and wanted to have it taken up, to which i said "but you said that with my school skirt I was a slut"- trying to cut me down as always pinpointing every boy she sees me with as one of my zillion boyfriends whilst battering her eyelashes at as many males as she can. The truth is, i think I DID call her a slut once, but what she said just then was alluding to our conversation last week, and hence she was TOTALLY AND UTTERLY BENDING THE TRUTH.

So obviously, knowing how wrought with anger I can be, I stalk off and eat. Then she says "LYNETTE I NEED YOUR MASCARA TOMORROW".

But would you just grant her lowness any of her wishes right after something like that? Hell no. So instead, I say "If you really wanted to use my stuff, you'd consider what you're about to say before saying anything nasty."

"But you have to give it to me! It's for the farewell"
Then mother dog jumps in as usual.
"SEE!! what about yesterday, when you sister taught you how to use the remote? How come she agrees to help you but you never agree to help her!?"
"I'M JUST SAYING THAT she doesn't deserve it after what she said. She shouldn't just call me a slut and then expect me to give her things" (by now I'm shouting like a real bitch because I have anger management issues but I can't help it)
Then she says: "NOOO!!! I said: "and you called ME a slut", not "you're a slut!" "
Then I went through that conversation we had last week, reminding her that SHE was the one who said I was a slut because of the shortness of my school skirt and that I was merely pointing out the hypocricy in wanting to stitch up her dress.
Then mother dog pipes up again:
"YES THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID! i HEARD HER SAY: "AND YOU CALLED ME A SLUT!
(sister is busy smirking at me)

Well HELLO, little peep who dresses 10 years older than her age, STOP SNEAKING THROUGH MY WARDROBE TRYING ON SINGLETS AND DRESSES AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY, and STOP TRYING TO CUT EVERYONE DOWN SO YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE LEFT STANDING.
Truth is, I have a feeling that somewhere deep down there's a bottle of jealousy which influences what people say to eachother, whether it nasty, fake, ingenuine, or accusational.

Ahhhh man. It's so hard to explain in detail our relationship. It sounds so damn laaaame like what a 5 year old would rant about but it bugs me like hell. True, I'm sometimes a bitch to her myself and I'm not going to pretend I'm happy and supportive of everything she does, but ooooomg.