10 Reasons Why I Hate Riding in a Car With My Brother
My car broke down and I have to commute with my brother. He monologues, he camps in the left lane, he won't play music, and he refuses to blow his nose. A full accounting.
You Talk Too Much
I screamed for my brother to get off the phone when I cut myself on accident. He did not. I fainted from blood loss. He was still on the phone when I came to.
10 Reasons I Hate Watching Movies With My Mother
Ten cardinal rules of movie watching. La Llorona and my brother break all of them. Every. Single. Time. Consider this a formal documentation of the damage.
I Am Not the Favorite Child
I poured myself a cup of coffee this morning, after being woken up by my mother, I needed caffeine support to keep me upright. After the first cup, I set my mug on the counter, with the expectations that the mug would be conveniently located in closest proximity to the supplies.
Hitting the Unlike Button
Parking at my complex has always given me grief. Before the managers implemented the paid reserved parking, finding a spot, especially on weekends when everyone but me seems to have “extra” guests, was near impossible. I opted for the paid spot because I have enough uncertainty in my life, whether or not there’s going to be a spot near my building is the last thing I want to think about when I have groceries and two flights of stairs to climb.
