I want:
a) To feel better. I'm really tired of this run-down achy feeling. I want to be healthy again.
b) My brother to stop being the laziest fucking shit on the goddamn planet.
c) My family to stop depending on me to fix everything
d) To go to LA without worrying about my bank account, and my mortgage next Friday.
e) Everyone to just leave me the !@#$% alone.
I just wanted to walk in the door of my house, sit down for all of two seconds, and decompress. Apparently, that's a no-no. First thing the IDIOT said: "What's for dinner?"
Two words: Bite. Me. You were home all fucking day. Why couldn't YOU deal with it?
Mom and Dad are coming over at 5:30, the Idiot has a guest coming over on Sunday, and did he tidy up the basement? No. Did he clean the bathrooms? No. Did he wipe his ass? I'd be willing to guess "No" on that one too.
Jeezus.
I need a vacation. Somewhere with sand, surf, and nice young men bringing me enough rum to sedate myself permanently.