Denise

Great. Just great. I woke up after just 3 hours of sleep, came online intending to check my email/facebook before flopping straight back to bed and BANG! I 'gna' humiliated by both my irritating sisters. I probably wouldn't have replied immediately if my body wasn't so alcohol-filled from last night...

Bossy, dominating, OCD freak..and what else? Even my toilet habits? Fantastic. What is wrong with enjoying my time in the toilet? (btw, reading and shitting is the most thereputic thing in the world), you have a problem with that? Huh!? Huh!? Huh!? haha...You want to start the linen throwing? You got it.

Which is the sister who never is able to wake up, even when her sister was irrevocably drunk one night (or two)? If I was dying and shouting for help right outside her room while she was asleep, she'll probably ignore me and let me die. Tell me about blood ties.

Which is the fuc*king sister who is so emo all the time, crying over every little thing we say or do? I mean, I know its puberty, but seriously...that's kinda too sensitive? Get a sense of humor, please.

And which is the sister that 'claims' she is sporty but always says 'you continue running, i'll wait here by the bench for you' halfway through our supposed run? How lazy can a vice-president of the netball club get??? And you complain that you are getting fat. I wonder why.

But what 'that sister' says is true. I always feel like killing both of them whenever we get into fights and arguments. You don't know how real it gets, wishing you could put your hands around their necks and STRANGLE, SQUEEZE, TIGHTEN...whatever it takes to make them disappear from this world so that you don't need to rationally argue with irrational people anymore (or raise your voice just because a certain 0ther sister thinks that volume makes her right).

Oh, ya..and Janice really does smell. Of fish. Always; siempre. I have no idea why, but her room has this permanent smell of fish. Not the nice salmon kind. The stinky fishmonger kind. All potential guys beware. (probably has to do with her re-using her clothes and UNDERWEAR???)

I'll regret being so mean; my sisters are vindictive. But alcohol makes you do crazy stuff, like not thinking about the consequences and spilling the beans on others. Never blog when you are drunk, especially when you have sisters like mine. And I mean never.

P.S. Now you have the toilet all to yourself, both toilets. Bet you rather us than the toilets though.