late night phone calls

I am fucking sick and tired of my little sister going out drinking with all these people I used to hang out with. First off, this has been a nightly occurance for a week straight, if not longer. Secondly, she tells them if I'm not working the next day, so they fucking call me in the middle of the night when they're drunk asking me why I'm not out with them. She says she's trying to get me to be less anti-social. If I wanted to be social, I would go out and hang out. I'm perfectly content to sit at home and joke around with Mom because most of the time she's funnier than anyone else I hang out with. Everyone else I know is just mean or rude.

"It was only midnight, it wasn't the middle of the night," my sister says. No, it was 1am. "Oh, big deal, you didn't have to work today, you shouldn't have been sleeping." Fuck that. I was tired, I went to bed. I even tried to stay up 'cause I was waiting for Wes to call me, but I fell asleep, anyway. He later called me at 1:30am, but that's fine, 'cause I wanted him to call. He wasn't trying to get me to go out and destroy my liver. Tyler, on the other hand, only calls me when he's drunk or when he wants to go out and drink...uhhh, no thank you.

Grrr. That's my grouch for the day. Gonna go into town, deposit my check from Lacey, go to Wal*Mart and get some hair dye, shampoo, and conditioner because I'm running low, stay inside where the swamp cooler is running once I get back home, and relax and bitch at Ashley some more. Ahhh, that's the life. I'm outta here.