i would appreciate if you didn't stand in my doorway, staring at me. close your mouth, stop drooling, take a shower, brush your teeth and hair, and get the fuck out of my room. regardless of what my grandmother says, you are not welcome here and believe me, we'll celebrate you leaving more than the fourth of july. no, you cannot take some of the stickers off my door, you immature, fat fuck. no, you may not take PICTURES of my room, you may not even see my ipod touch, let alone borrow it for a night, and NO i do NOT find it even REMOTELY amusing or interesting that you have a fiancee named alyssa. in fact, i find it fucking DISGUSTING.

there's a reason why i've barely been home since you showed up in town. i'll be ecstatic the day you leave, and so will the rest of my family.