what the fuck.

i just broke my brother's one and only proper name tag. and i think he just had it made.
cus his old one is in the same state as his current one.

damn.

but it wasnt on purpose. he hung his shirt, with the tag pinned onto it, on the door knob, of all place, and me, not wanting to touch his stuff, just closed the door. apparently, one end of the name tag got stuck between the hinges and there you have it. a broken tag. and i still ended up touching his damn shirt. shit.

damn. i am not gonna own up or what. but maybe i will try to fix it or something. in the dead of the night. bah! damn shitty!

and going out with my parents is such a bore. i hate it. totally spoils my mood.

gah! and my dad is fighting with me for the tv. i wanna watch scv and he doesnt want to. and of cus, he won, cus he is the one who pays for everything. but its so unfair cus he can watch cna on any other tv in the house. stupid.

damn! i am in such a pissy mood right now.
i think i am pms-ing. so dont attempt to test the limits.
thank you very much.