I hate mornings. I just went to bed at 2 in the morning and was woken up by the morning crowd (read Brat and Dad off to their respective workplaces). As a result (and due to impending bloody exams) I'm a bear in the mornings. A pint sized bear, I apologise, I will rephrase that, a pint sized, spolit grumpy bear. Grrrrrrr. I think I'm being pretty unfair to the small Fry. I wonder if first borns are all as nasty as I am. Well, no. My mam was pretty fond of pointing out the sterling examples of my other cousins being very nice to their younger sisters. Hmmmmm. Have you read the Pecking Order? I forgot the author's name, having read it so long ago. I do recall that first borns and only children share several similar traits. They are usually more ambitious, responsible, conservative. Probably supercillious and condescending too. And definitely bossy. I wonder. Brat seems to get the worse from me. Hah, BF just complained I was being too snotty and curt with him. *sulk* I'm not going to apologise. No siree. Ah fine. *mumbles reluctant apology* Oh fine. He can have an apology later when I am in a better mood and feeling more ashamed than belligerent. I hate mornings. I bet whoever is around me in the mornings hates me too. Bleah. I know my mam does.
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