I loathe my mother. She is a hell-spawned beast and deserves not life.
She is an abomination. A pestilence. A curse upon the earth. And a
wench of hospitable nature. I think social welfare (well WINZ as it
calls itself now) would be quite interested to learn how much time she
spends in bed with the boarder. Ugly piece of southland trash he is.
If I didn't have such a lovely personality I'd slay them both. And it
would be doing a great deed for the world. To rid it of such an
irritant.
For tea tonite Mother and her shag (the boarder) had steak, while me and
my brother got horribly cheap and somewhat burnt sausages. It's not
like I'm old enough to vote, or pay the same board as the southland
trash does or anything.
And the hell beast has me baby sitting unpaid. I wish I was a more
confrontational person so I could say "poot to you" and make her find
someone else to watch my brother.
Well, I'm off to hate myself for being a pathetic excuse for a mindless git. Have fun.
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