WARNING: HUGE ANGRY SMITE-FILLED RANT
but no, seriously...my brother totally stranded me at the bar. what the fuck!? he and i don't get along. ever. but i wanted to believe for one second that he wasn't going to be a total dickwad, but wish in one hand and shit in the other.
he said he had a separate ride and they'd take me home with him since we live close to each other, so i sent my buddy home so he could get sleep for work. well, turns out captain douchebag lied or pissed off the original ride or whatever and he decided to drive home completely plastered, "which he's been doing since he's been 16." as if that eases my volcano of a temper at that moment.
mind you, i got hurt before he got his license which makes me exclaim "what the fuck!?" into the smoke filled air.
he says to me "i really hope you get a ride home safe. i do. see ya."
so there i am having to call my buddy and wake him up at midnight to drive me home because i was an idiot and believed for a moment that my brother and i could not piss each other off for one solitary moment in our lives. i would've left if it weren't for him saying he had me covered, but all he apparently cared about was getting drunk on birthday drinks that i was helping with, so that pisses me off/worries me more.
all night he was bitching and threatening to punch me and his friends in the face if they kissed me. so guess what i'm doin fellas! i'm tonguing and groping every single one of his single friends, and if cane ever gets close enough to me i'm either tearing off his face or his genitals, which ever is closest. i'll be doing the world a favor if i sterilize that asswipe. so ahead of time, you're welcome.
who leaves anyone stranded and "hopes" that someone will take their sister home, especially their crippled sister? i'm a total fool for thinking that we could get along and that i could rely on him for something as simple as that. i must have forgotten how he wouldn't help me make ramen noodles in the microwave because "i needed to figure out how to do it myself" but then left the house in my mid sentence of asking him to help me rig a bowl so i can strain it without burning myself. and that was when my hands were still pretty bad quad hands. what was i thinking? i wish my older brother never left or took me with him.
anyway, if you made it to this sentence, i love you. thanks.

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