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Oct. 14th, 2011 12:47 pmI hate it when the Faffing Hen is at home. I literally feel sick with anxiety whenever he's around. He's like this fountain of criticism and mean-spiritedness just bursting with spiteful comments. The last time he cornered me when I was alone, I was subjected to a forty-minute rant about how Buzz was both stupid and a traitor for going off to university. What makes his decision to pursue higher education a traitor? I don't know. Why is he stupid? Didn't get a satisfactory answer to that one either.
Today he caught me when I was making breakfast. Luckily I had the mixer going, so he couldn't make himself heard and had to give up after a few minutes, but he still managed to get in a few shots about the Prawn being lazy and unmotivated (this is a boy who has bought a house, is doing it up, and is working with elderly and disabled people on the side, by the way). Before that, it was how Johnny was a failed racer because he wouldn't go out on the TT course when it was wet, after he'd crashed twice the day before due to water on the track. Wow, stupid Johnny, not wanting to get killed or crippled just so the Hen can bask in his reflected glory. God knows what he says about me to the boys when my back is turned.
I was going to watch Star Trek today and bask in the awesomeness of William Shatner, but I'm too frightened to turn on the TV in case the noise draws him like an especially petty, sour-faced raptor. I really want to move out as soon as possible, but to finance it I'm going to need to take the first job that comes along, and I've done that twice in the past and ended up working in shitholes in a role way below my ability.
ETA: he's just driven off, probably to Port Erin to torment the Prawn while he's fixing doors at Lincluden. I might try and eat something now. Or go and cry for a bit. Hate him so much.
Today he caught me when I was making breakfast. Luckily I had the mixer going, so he couldn't make himself heard and had to give up after a few minutes, but he still managed to get in a few shots about the Prawn being lazy and unmotivated (this is a boy who has bought a house, is doing it up, and is working with elderly and disabled people on the side, by the way). Before that, it was how Johnny was a failed racer because he wouldn't go out on the TT course when it was wet, after he'd crashed twice the day before due to water on the track. Wow, stupid Johnny, not wanting to get killed or crippled just so the Hen can bask in his reflected glory. God knows what he says about me to the boys when my back is turned.
I was going to watch Star Trek today and bask in the awesomeness of William Shatner, but I'm too frightened to turn on the TV in case the noise draws him like an especially petty, sour-faced raptor. I really want to move out as soon as possible, but to finance it I'm going to need to take the first job that comes along, and I've done that twice in the past and ended up working in shitholes in a role way below my ability.
ETA: he's just driven off, probably to Port Erin to torment the Prawn while he's fixing doors at Lincluden. I might try and eat something now. Or go and cry for a bit. Hate him so much.
