PAY MY DRINKING TICKET, BITCH!

last night i had to deal with my sister turning into a yapper. or like maybe a spherical turntable on a post spinning out of control.

that's the only way i can describe it.

she's the kind of person that whenever in an argument, she voices what she has to say loudly and does not let the other person have a word in edgewise.


yesterday after returning from yoga at 20:30 i walk in the house, only to find two stoned twenty-year-olds rolling a joint on the kitchen table. i pretend not to see it and walk through my sister's room to the patio. i find my sister standing over the little fire thingy yelling at Ryan, who is standing with a gas can about to pour it on the wood. since ryan is the kid i tutored in geometry all semester, i have some small quantity of authority over him. i directed him to put the gas can back in the garage. he did without question.

because i had gotten a little nervous the night before (my sisters friends had also been over wednesday night. some of them i had never seen before. one was trying to flirt with me. he decided he would fire up the grill and cook six burgers. that made me nervous. anything that can blow up that i don't know how to operate myself in the hands of people with whom my sister associates ALWAYS MAKES ME NERVOUS!) i could smell the smells from the gas grill wafting up through my windows. but back to my story - because of the nervousness factor from the night before i go upstairs and call my brother. i leave a message. where are you bitch? there's kids here rolling joints ON THE FREAKING KITCHEN TABLE! fortunately my message is interrupted by a call from him. he gets home and lays down the law - YOUR FRIENDS HAVE TO BE GONE BY 11PM OR I AM CALLING THE BH POLICE!

what ensues, as can be assumed, is an argument which i'd rather not paraphrase. my sister seriously sounded like a jabbering parrot while attempting to counter my brother's rational statements.

my sister walks in the kitchen today. i hope you bitches give me the money to pay for my drinking ticket!

she again starts to bicker about us being bitches, my brother being a "cocksucker," it being our fault that she drove her friends home while drunk/stoned.

but i've just now recalled that my brother issued his threats at 21:15 - a full hour and forty-five minutes before they had to be gone.

this kind of bickering aggrevages me like you wouldn't believe. fortunately i was able to take a deep breath and calmly ask her to finish what she had to say and allow me to speak. she blamed US for her driving while impaired. i explained that it was her responsibility to admit her impairment. she could very easily have said to me look, i'm really not ok to drive, would you mind taking my friends home? and i would probably have said yes.

anyway. i find myself depleted of energy after writing this. she works tonight so i won't have to deal with it.

me? i honestly feel like staying in tonight. i'm freaking tired!