Oh yes... one of THE most annoying people on the planet... my cousin that is.
Michael: *stumbling into the room, drunk* Let's watch 'Starrsssk-y & Hutch'...
Us: No, Michael, it's 1 o'clock in the morning.
Michael: So?
Us: NO!
Michael: Can I lay down? *meaning the sofa bed, as in MY bed for the night*
Me: No! I'm sleeping in here, Michael, not you. Go in my room... shoo!
>_<
Grah... oh well, he'll be gone in less than ten hours. Thankfully. Why couldn't Jon or Anthony have stayed? Anthony is cool. He likes the same films, is considerate, and about the same age (both physically and mentally). Damn rotten luck o' mine. We had to get stuck with the youngest, who thinks beer and cigarettes are cool. I mean, our nanny just DIED of lung cancer! You think he'd learn his sodding lesson. But noooooooooooo... -_-
Not only that, but he topped up his mobile (cell) phone with £10 this afternoon. Give him ten minutes, and he's done to 90 pence! Downloading crappy ringtones. Ugh... what's the point?
Agh, and onto the second piss-off of the day (other than this annoying heat). We had the funeral this morning as you know, and there we all were, dressed in our suits (mine, which reminded me of Dorian Gray cuz of its colour) and all appropriate and my Uncle Graham's fiancé's (whatever) two daughters (Claire and Natalie) are in the kitchen eating chocolate bars, drinking milkshake, and wearing black sweaters, and whatever, and TRAINERS! TRAINERS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! IT'S A FUCKING FUNERAL, NOT A MOSH PIT! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! (on a bike...)
I felt like marching in there (on my heels) and slapping them about the face for the nerve...
Gah... must focus on something else... post! I need to finish this post I've been stuck on for ages... it's bugging me, and not exactly going how I thought it should.
*gets back to that*
 |  frustrated  Jimmy Gnecco feat. Brian May - Someone To Die For |