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Tuesday, August 15, 2006
everytime my little brother sings that high school musical shit, I die a little. My body will probably be rotten by tomorrow.
Today mum made my fav dish, except she ... changed it because the little bastard likes potatoes in his salad and it ruined my whole afternoon. I mean really first it started with the pasta. I like that fat tubular pasta but because the little creature likes its noodles then I have to eat them too. Then came the beans, he likes it when mum blends them and they look like it's some kind of smash beans sauce, hate that.
I can put up with that, I can! I can put up with his horrible unrefined taste for ketchup which he eats with EVERYTHING, he can eat mud for all I care it's his tongue not mine, but why WHY MUST I PAY?!?!
He keeps telling us that his taste for food will get better with time, and I know it will, he's only what? 9, 10? I didn't appreciate food then either, but I do now!
how dare he... messing around with my fav food.
*sigh* I feel sorry for whoever came across this entry and actually had the guts to read it.