this morning #1143.

this morning, her slurping was getting way out of hand. seriously. who the heck eats soup for breakfast? monsters. that’s who. my brain was begging me to set her straight. curse her out. give her a good slap up side of the head. mom made us promise to be on our best behavior on this vacation though. how is my sister being on her best behavior by slurping from a bowl of soup in the dining room of a best western? mom should make her control her spastic self. it’s way embarrassing. people are looking. people are laughing. when i hang out at the pool later, all they’ll see in me is that i sat with the soup slurper. it’s not fair. if it gets in the way of me meeting that boy over there, she’s dead meat.