It's Lucidity, They Say

So here is a little rant.

My brother decides to come home at like midnight every night and just fuck up any chance of me sleeping. Which is awesome.

Tonight he decided to up the scale even further. His friend Matt is over, which isn’t new, but this time they thought to smoke pot in his room. His room is right next to mine. There is basically paper thin walls separating our rooms. So I have to deal with that. In this case I would usually just go sleep in my mother’s room, but tonight she is snoring incredibly loud. And coughing.

I went into his room to tell him to shut the fuck up, and he tells me “Well if you smoked every once in a while you’d be able to sleep just fine.” I don’t want to. And frankly, I’m tired of people asking me why I don’t smoke pot. Is it so hard to understand that I just don’t want to? I’ve done it once, and I didn’t like it. So leave me the fuck alone about it already.

So thank you, brother. For pissing me off. You’re great.