First let's start off with a helpful exercise tip:
When you finish exercising, you often feel hungry. Truthfully, this is your body's way of telling you that you are thirsty. To satisfy both hunger and thirst, eat an apple after you work out to keep from spoiling the calories burned. I heard this tip from some other source which I unfortunately cannot remember off hand, but having tried it myself, I can assure everypony that it does work, and is quite satisfying.
I wasn't really exercising today - I was practicing serving for Tennis in the back yard. The effort was two fold: the first was obviously to get a head start on the possibilities in Autumn, and the second was to just get out of the house while the rest of the family had their bitch fest which always happens about this time of day when the last member, this body's father, returns.
Then everything went sour
You can stop reading here, if you want
My skill honing was short lived as chelsea's mistake wanted to see what I was doing, and I didn't want to be blamed for nailing him in the head with a ball on a string. However, I was feeling generous, and offered to teach him a thing about Tennis using my Squash racket, which is much smaller than a tennis racket. I also figured this would be nice considering nearly everyday he goes crazy from lack of attention.
The trouble was chelsea was not interested in helping him learn, and first she took the racket from him, I offered her another one of my tennis rackets and returned the squash racket to connor, then chelsea's boyfriend took connor's racket, and again I had to give him a racket to give the squash racket to connor.
Things turned into chelsea and I trying to hit a ball back and forth, which I thought was for connor, but realized otherwise when I discovered he was taken inside by the boyfriend, and then chelsea turned into a bitch making a fight out of every ball not returned to her even though she admitted she had no control over the direction she hit... At that point I called it, she and it left, and I was left to clean up everything.
My best friends wonder why I do little more than complain about that whore, but I'm getting to my wits end, and I'm not the only one. All I can say for certain, is that the reason I went to texas in January was because this was happening before then, so no less than eight months, and honestly, probably for closer to two years.
I'm going to just not even begin my rant, but whenever you feel that your life is crazy, try to think about how you don't have to deal with your sister's boyfriend showing up everyday at 8a and not leaving till 11p, then having four other grown people and a two year old screaming and/or yelling at each other everyday from 5:30p to 7:00p - did I mention -everyday-?