Right now i'm tired, and really hate my uncle.
Okay. I wake up to my mom's brillant instructions written on an e-mail.
She's usually at work when I wake up so I have to get myself something to eat. I go into the kitchen, get the stuff out, and here comes my jerk of an uncle. I'm usually a bit irritable when I wake up and was in a hurry to get away from him, so I kinda slam and shuffle the stuff around. He then grabs the Jelly [it's his] and goes about saying "how are you gonna be slamming my stuff around". I say" like this" and grab the can. We struggle for a bit, and, even for a deformed gorilla, he's strong. Afterwards, he goes into a long drawl about disrespecting others stuff, being nice, blah, blah, blah.
He then says " go on and get your food". Me, being even more irritable, just put the biscuits back, and left the kitchen. He can put his OWN freaking jelly back.
I never really liked my uncle, and wish he would just vanish. Not die, just leave. I needed to vent that somewhere, and , right now, wish that my imaginary buddies were real. I don't really like any of my family other than my 4 cousins, my mom, my grandma, my dad, my sister, and my nieces and nephew. Now excuse me while I talk to a pillow....
