I thought I could count on you.

The last person who would actually doubt you would be someone that shares the same blood as you. You blood runs through my veins. Yet I'm disgusted by the foul words that exit your mouth.

I'm not going to mention any names, but you pretty much know who you are, and who you should be. I'm not your slave, I'm not the domestic helper. You can't push and boss me around in a manner that is revolting.

It just sux2beu eh?

I've got to get up at 5.30am tomorrow.
Good game, goodnight.