This is where I'd have put another 8-page-long essay on the intricate imbecility of the things that happen with my family.

Unfortunately, last time that happened (about a year ago), the document was printed, scribbled upon, and then it fell into the very, very wrong hands, where it was the highlighted mercilessly and copied and sent to other members of my family no longer living in the house (the reasons of whom I covered in the written essay).

I was then interrogated, yelled at, psychologically beaten, neglected, and generally forgotten about other than the occasional angry glare in my general direction.





so no, I will not be posting another of said compositions because the potential hassle far outweighs the overall benefit of getting the pent-up anger out in a peaceful manner.

...anyone seen my chainsaw?