So, we sort out a chart, right?
I didn't just imagine that did I?
We sorted out a chart. She goes on two hours once then two hours again.
She should consider herself LUCKY. How many eleven year olds out there get four hours online a day?
She's such a spoilt fucking little fucking brat.
I want to strangle her.
I HATE that kid.
I freaking HATE her.
See, the caps lock of doom says so.
So, in the mornings I go online, since it's the only time I can without my family pissing me the hell off about it...
So I asked what the fuck she thought she was doing, and she whined, yes, if she actually WHINED, 'The chart's unfaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair..'
So she voted for her bullshit and checked her pussy little link-banning moderated web-fucking-sites then finally let me on. Only to declare that I was a bully because she missed her TV show while she was online and my typing was 'irritating' her, and I was doing it in 'purpose'.
WELL I'M NOT EXACTLY TYPING ACCIDENTALLY.
Edit: Now she's crying because my dad told her to stop being miserable.