Me

I should preface this by pointing out that I had a very lovely post about my brother's birthday cake and cupcakes. I'll post that later.

Generally speaking, I am not a nice person. I'm not a mean person, but I am very blunt and may even, on occasion, be called moody. I detest being taken for granted. One should never assume that I will be available at one's beck and call whenever they should require it. This especially applies to a certain 17 year old who keeps texting me with requests to pick her up at certain times. What the heck am I? A paid driver? No. I am unemployed* and, apparently for my sister, that means available. I have a list about a mile long that needs to get gone through and I am not playing around with people's pick up and drop off times. So I told her she can't stay after school and I'm picking her up at her regular time. Not a minute later. Bite me. I am quite willing to be paid for my troubles, she however, chooses to ignore this and sulks.

I'd like to end this with the following: I will be back later after I have calmed down. and vented. and possibly even yelled.

*Ha. When I had a job and went to school full time, I had more free time than I do now. Maybe I should call what I do with my time: volunteering--it certainly sounds better than unemployed. Of course both mean the same thing: Broke.