Sisterly Love.

I really fucking hate it when you just show up and expect me to roll out of bed with a big stupid smile on my face so we can hang out.

You're so fucking selfish. What possibly goes through your head when you decide my agenda by leaving me an email in an almost vacant account twenty minutes before you decide to show up, in the middle of my fucking night?

WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?!!?!!

And how fucking oblivious do you have to be to not see that deciding to go to a concert with three guys you barely like, hurts Dad's feelings? Especially when you say that hanging around with us is boring. Sorry for not being a perpetually drunk college male who fondles you in the back of a dirty school bus on the way home from mediocre concerts in Toronto.

Fuck you.

And fuck you and your stupid obsession with dressing in hippy clothes. You're about as hippy as I am black.