Monday, 18 January 1999

18 January 1999

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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