how did it come to this?
my mother was talking about how a person can be poor but as long as he's healthy everything will end well. then she was saying how if one person in the family got sick everybody else would have to play a part - pay the bills, take care of chores yada yada yada. that got me thinking bout my uncle. how i would NEVER part with a cent of MY money if he ever got sick. he can rot and die in china, the states or whatever country he chooses. as long as its not here.
yep i hate him that much.
he's coming back.
which means i'll probably have to face him every damn day of my life.
which means i'll probably have to clean up after him.
which means i'll probably get rotten papayas in the fridge.
which means i'll probably go crazy one day and burn his room and get grounded or locked up for life.
why does he have to come back?
here of all places. he should just get a life.
argh.
