So I turned twenty four on Sunday, and it was a good day indeed. First off, Liverpool beat Chelsea AT FREAKING STAMFORD BRIDGE to go top of the Premier League. A birthday present from the cosmos perhaps? Isn’t the universe nice to think of me? Then I went out with some friends in the evening. I mean it wasn’t the greatest night out ever, but it had some very memorable points. First off, I was refused service in a pub FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!! How awesome is that? And the funniest part? It was because SOMEBODY ELSE didn’t have their ID with them. That is just too funny to me. We were told we couldn’t even stay in the pub because she didn’t have ID, so we were pretty much kicked out of a pub. That’s never happened to me either. She didn’t find it as funny as I did though apparently, and was very upset about it. If you’re reading this Jill, IT WAS DAMN FUCKING FUNNY!! LAUGH ABOUT IT DAMMIT!!

The good times continued from then on with the fun of seeing a few peeps that I haven’t seen for a while and getting to hear about the stories behind such epic mysteries as why Liz hates Russian people and seeing Matt and Mark make gay jokes with one another while Mark promised to take Matt to Paris. Can’t you just imagine them? A Kiwi and a Bear in Paris! It sounds like the worst rom-com ever made!

Based on all of that you’d probably think that being twenty four sounds pretty good, right? Well enter Monday. On Monday I had to relocate from my little annex to the freaking spare room of the house, and that meant packing up two rooms worth of stuff (and we didn’t have anywhere near enough boxes so we had to keep unloading them and then taking them back again to reload) and moving all of that, and all my other much larger belongings (like my bed and fridge freezer, which we couldn’t have moved at all without Matt’s help) in to the much, much, MUCH smaller spare room. “Less than half the size” is how it was described to me last night.

Now that it’s actually done it’s not THAT bad I suppose, but then I’ve yet to try doing ANYTHING in here. I already got told off last night because I moved around too much. My mum put a piece of crappy carpet down on the floor so that my chair wouldn’t make so much noise when I moved around, the problem being now it doesn’t move AT ALL. I can’t play music with any kind of volume at all either because the walls are too thin, hell I can’t even play X-Box 360 at night anymore without keeping my sister awake with the sound from the game (and let’s be honest, what the hell is the point in playing games with the sound turned off? All my headphones have been “borrowed” and never returned by the bastard who made me move in the first place, so I can’t even wear normal headphones, I’d have to use my headset and that’s ok to talk on Skype etc but it’ll be a pain in the ass to wear to play games).

And today, just to make matters even worse, it’s officially confirmed that he-who-shall-not-be-mentioned’s son is a fucking KLEPTOMANIAC! We all knew he stole money from us before – hell he’s stolen just about every penny from every pot that we’ve ever called “savings”, but now that he’s gone through all of that (and more than likely stolen money from the tin that me and my sister pay our rent in to because that’s been KNOWN to have been short before and of course nobody said anything) he’s taken to stealing money directly from people’s purses instead. My mother and sister are both missing money, and the latest incident was in broad fucking daylight while we were all home. One minute he’s watching TV, the next he’s going out and bam, at the same time the magical money fairies have come to my sister’s purse. What an odd coincidence, huh?

Of course nothing will come of it. I can get kicked out of my room after being practically a goddamn saint compared to that little son of a bitch and yet I can guarantee you nothing will happen. He’ll still wake everybody up at 1am coming in to use the toilet WHEN THERE’S A TOILET ABOUT FIVE FOOT FROM HIS BED and nothing will happen. He’ll still eat food and drink the drink that isn’t his and nothing will happen. He’ll still leave his rubbish and dirty plates/cutlery/glasses all over the house and nothing will happen. Nothing ever happens.

I’m sick of it.

Remember how I wrote about being sick of turning the other cheek? I did, of course, do nothing about it. I never do because deep down inside I’m actually a NICE person. And nice people get stepped on. I need more lessons in being evil but I promise you, oh loyal readers, this: I will have my revenge. And when I do? It will be a day to remember.

*insert evil laugh here*

That is all.

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