Skully

It's amazing how sometimes everything can be going swimmingly well. Everything according to plan, getting things done, being on time doing what you've got to do, when all it takes is one inconsiderate sibling and all that goes down the gurgler. Fucking brothers can be irritating.

I'm sitting here having showered, shaved and dressed myself with some car keys in my hand ready to go. I have packed my bag, making sure that I have everything that I will need for the morning and my day at work. I'm ready to walk out the door, saying good bye to my dad, my brother and my brother's mates. I say good bye. David asks me where I'm going and which car I'm taking. This is fucking bullshit.

I can't believe that he would have the audacity to not even bother to ask if I would be using the car that evening. He just decided that it would be fine to get drunk with his mates and then get somebody to drive him in to town. I can't believe he didn't even ask. He can't even understand why I'm upset? I had my shit ready to go! I was out the door! It's only because I feel fucking guilty that I didn't leave. Why can't I just be a bastard for a change? This is seriously inconveniencing me. Fuck fuck fuck!

I don't even know why I'm getting so upset about this. I mean, it shouldn't be a big deal. 40 minutes round trip. Whatever. It's just that I was doing the right thing. I was getting to where I wanted to be, so I could spend time with who I wanted to be with. And now I won't be. And my brother doesn't even think that he's done anything wrong. He can go and fuck himself. I can't believe that he would be that inconsiderate.

His argument is that apparently it's not my car. This is true. It's not. And I'm more than happy for anybody else to drive it. The only times that I really need it are during work times, and I feel that I have been more than accomodating in the past. I don't think that I'm being unfair or unkind by requesting that somebody at least runs their plans for the white car past me. Especially on a school night. Dave can go and fuck himself.

That's it. I'm angry and I don't want to be. I'm over it now.

I'm eating lasagne for dinner tonight. It should be great. I'm looking forward to it, and I've been looking forward to it all day.