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Oct. 24th, 2002 12:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
redfiona99I warn you I'm going to come out of this looking like a complete and utter bitch.
Okay, so my boy cousin is living with us, various reasons, but mainly because his parents are nuts.
And he's been living here for 2 days and the grand sum total of it is -
My grandmother isn't speaking to her son, his Dad
I have gotten rained on wearing nothing but flimsies twice.
He has borrowed, probably never to return, a t-shirt and a jumper.
He borrowed £1, paid back, but only after serious whinging. £1 I hear you say, that's nothing. Yup, if he didn't spend half his time saying how loaded he is, and the other half saying how skint he is.
He has told the girl cousin, his sister, new boyfriend various tales involving me that aren't true. Have I mentioned he told the family that I smoked pot when I didn't, and that my mother is so anti-drugs it's not funny.
He takes up the backroom, aka my living room, so I can't use it. I have a real problem with being in the same room as my family so I'm now nigh on permanantly in the computer room.
I'm a ridiculously private person, especially net-wise, because hello, I have a secret identity, I have things to hide. So what does he do? Barges straight in. No warning, no knocking. Give him his due, he does knock sometimes, but that's only when he's on a flying visit.
He's sucks up to my Mum and our joint Grandmother, so I appear like a really ungrateful brat. Not helped by being one on occasions, but I'm getting better.
And this has to be the worst thing- he scratches his privates, plays pocket billiards, whatever you want to call it, while he's talking to me. Now I realise that I have various ungodly habits, but scratching your dick and then putting your hands on people's shoulders is sick.
But hopefully he will be gone soon, since my Mum feels pretty much the same way.
Okay, so my boy cousin is living with us, various reasons, but mainly because his parents are nuts.
And he's been living here for 2 days and the grand sum total of it is -
My grandmother isn't speaking to her son, his Dad
I have gotten rained on wearing nothing but flimsies twice.
He has borrowed, probably never to return, a t-shirt and a jumper.
He borrowed £1, paid back, but only after serious whinging. £1 I hear you say, that's nothing. Yup, if he didn't spend half his time saying how loaded he is, and the other half saying how skint he is.
He has told the girl cousin, his sister, new boyfriend various tales involving me that aren't true. Have I mentioned he told the family that I smoked pot when I didn't, and that my mother is so anti-drugs it's not funny.
He takes up the backroom, aka my living room, so I can't use it. I have a real problem with being in the same room as my family so I'm now nigh on permanantly in the computer room.
I'm a ridiculously private person, especially net-wise, because hello, I have a secret identity, I have things to hide. So what does he do? Barges straight in. No warning, no knocking. Give him his due, he does knock sometimes, but that's only when he's on a flying visit.
He's sucks up to my Mum and our joint Grandmother, so I appear like a really ungrateful brat. Not helped by being one on occasions, but I'm getting better.
And this has to be the worst thing- he scratches his privates, plays pocket billiards, whatever you want to call it, while he's talking to me. Now I realise that I have various ungodly habits, but scratching your dick and then putting your hands on people's shoulders is sick.
But hopefully he will be gone soon, since my Mum feels pretty much the same way.
