So my sister's just text me to tell me she's had a girlfriend since May.
She can't let me have anything!
This could well be the straw for the proverbial camel - aka, our mother. Well, I'm not risking death rays, she can tell her herself. No doubt she'll have caught it from me. I caught it myself in the first place, you see, it was my own fault for exposing myself to it. 'What's that? You're happy? No no no, you're DISEASED, you can't be happy. We'll get you the appropriate treatment'. No ta parentals, I'll just fuck off to uni if it's all the same with you. And now Sibling has done the very same. 'We got drunk, kissed, freaked out, then kissed some more, stopped freaking out...'. Ahh, deja vu.
You couldn't script it.
