10 March 2012

ugh. My dad invited my sister's gross boyfriend to my birthday dinner. They live together because my sister made a stress-based financial decision when her former best friend and roommate bailed on her with a fast-tracked romance with a wealthy man; it's not like they're married. She's a drama queen. She couldn't even ask me if we could pick her up a half hour later when I asked her if we could pick her up after four. 4:30? Cool. The gross boyfriend has one upside, and that is acting as a cooling rod in the nuclear reactor of her emotional life.

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