(Monday, October 17, 2005)
the brother wants to get a rottweiler to keep an eye on our new house. heterodox to common logical and accepted dog names, he wanted to name it kill. or maim. (i told him i'd call the it pussy and he said it'll scar the dog's emotionally and it'll be less deadly.) oh yes, my brother like his dog deadlier than a t-rex.
what's interesting is, he's not drunk when he said that, yes, completely sane and sober and he's been going about it for months and months. all those 'we need a rottweiler, dammit, people listen!!!' talk is present whenever he's got a chance to chunk it into a family conversation. like the part when mom was talking about how bad the wedding dinner she attended was, my brother just went about his 'dog talk'. mom didn't really bother what my brother was indicating about so she completely disregard him and went back to telling us the 5th dish, the fish was unforgivably overcooked.
finally, i knew that the youngest member of the family has to dip his hands into shit at times (cause mom and dad stoplessly talking about how bad the food were) and suggestively mentioned that vanessa won't let anything furry and living in my house or out of the house, no matter what. last time i took a kitten home, vanessa profusely express her disagreement by nailing my foot and channelled all her anger into her claws piercing through my skin. in my humble opinion (and the rest of my family which matters), the puss will bloody mutilate me with chainsaw if she could bent her fingers. some puss looks like they have something up their arse.
10:41 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
