| onourbrooms @ 2004-06-10 23:09:00 |
My journal has become merely a lackluster record of the now-daily horrors Alarico inflicts on me. This is deeply depressing not only because I'm starting to become acclimated to the deeds of that infernal man but also because it is interrupting my usual non-posts about other people who don't have the same last name as me. (Right now, for example, I could be mocking discussions on this forum about "package-ogling", yet I'm too caught up in real life. While watching Severus turn purple with indignation is fairly amusing, it just does not compare.)
I have figured out my obviously insane sibling, however. My brother has decided that because he has some sort of guilt issue or midlife crisis going on I need to exist in a hellish stasis resembling being gnawed at by multiple irate blunt-toothed aardvarks.
As soon as I find him a good therapist this will end and I can hate him from a distance again. I'm sure Sibyll knows one; she's clever with things like that. Just today she was saying we should perform an exorcism on Alarico.
Comments:
| onourbrooms @ 2004-06-12 09:48 pm UTC |
You have my full permission.
I should have been an only child.
| potions_master @ 2004-06-13 11:35 am UTC |
Unfortunately, I have left a trail here. I would be the first suspect, unless we could frame someone.
(parent)| onourbrooms @ 2004-06-13 06:48 pm UTC |
Perhaps we could make it look like an accident. Or suicide.
He attempted to dispose of my entire vodka supply today. In turn, I disposed of his Sleekeazy. I am a doting sister who beautifies the environment.
| potions_master @ 2004-06-13 08:14 pm UTC |
He does not have access to these journals, does he? Surely the internet is of the devil.
(parent)| onourbrooms @ 2004-06-13 08:49 pm UTC |
Severus, you forget that the internet is a Muggle creation. If oxygen had been made by Muggles Alarico would refuse to inhale.
(parent)| potions_master @ 2004-06-15 02:41 pm UTC |
Then all we must do is convince him of that fact.
If it doesn't work, meet me in the staffroom at nine o'clock tonight.