sisters, sisters, there were never such annoying sisters…
i’m sure i’m not the only one to have ever changed the lyrics to that song. i don’t care though. i’m, like, raging mad at erin right now, to the point where it woke me up at 3am this morning and kept me awake for almost an hour.
why does she get to act like a spoiled brat so very often and then chastise me if i do one little thing that isn’t exactly what she wants? if i hadn’t been able to come decorate the tree/house when ann suggested, i would have gotten endless crap about how busy her life is and how i can’t even be bothered to show up once in a blue moon. but, guess, what? it’s apparently okay for her to act like a royal b*tch to all of my friends at my birthday party for the SECOND year in a row. she invited a friend, which i was fine with. in fact, i was excited to meet meg, whom i’ve heard so much about. then, she took said friend, without introducing her to anyone (meg introduced herself to me when she first came in), sat in the completely other room, and, not kidding, whispered and pointed at deanna when she walked by.
i just don’t get it. she hasn’t spoken to me, aside from family functions, for over 6 months. i gave up trying a few months ago, but i was emailing and calling on a fairly regular basis, with no response. i’m grateful for the relationship we’ve had on the whole, but i’m reminded very strongly of why it was good we didn’t live in the same house growing up.
