Tell me whens its over
Alice and I came home from our weekend hunting trip. Bagged a few choice kills mind you, and a few choice interactions I will not broadcast across the world like the rest of my family seems so willing to do.
All in all it was a good weekend, so I was feeling rather optimistic, until I walked in and found Emmett and Edward sitting in the lounge room. I don't know which is worse, Edward's seething rage, hatred, or self pity, or Emmett's tranny emotions trying to elate me into watching a child's cartoon that will have my singing like an idiot like him.
I didn't even have time to break another of Edward's stupid keyboard for his stupidity in use of caps before running from the house as fast as I could. Im not saying where I am, and Im not coming home until his Emmett's speal ends.
SpongeBob Squarepants... Sometimes I wonder if Emmett hasn't got a glitch in his brain.