My older sister gets on my nerves soooooooooooooooooooo bad. I hate it! Everyday I feel like I want to pull the air conditioner out of the wall and through it on her (you know like Dick did to Ian in “High Fidelity”)!!! AHHHHHHHH!!! She’s driving me crazy! At least twice (each) a day I get called names, get hit and have a bruise for a few days (and occasionally get sat on), and be ebarrassed in front of family, friends, and strangers. Anyone want to trade siblings? :mad:
It wouldn’t help. Your new sibling would be just as annoying, if possibly in different ways.
Didn’t you know that they take older sisters aside and teach us how to be as annoying as possible.
I mean, how else could we learn to identify what buttons to push and when? It’s all part of the plan. But I can’t speak further about the plan, or I will be tossed out.I probably shouldn’t even have said this much.
::sighs heavily:: :rolleyes:
We’ve been through this before, just kill her! Don’t you ever learn? Or, at the very least, scrape off all her skin with a cheese grater, then throw her into a vat of alcohol and salt. That will shut her up.
Please? Take my little brother. Well, not so little but that’s ok. All he does is sit around on the comp playing counter-strike, which is completely fine with me. But when I have to type a 15 page bio report due in 3 days, and he bitches about wanting his “comp time”, its a just a wee bit more than I can take. Grr. You’re more than welcome to him!
You’ll feel different about each other when you’re old and feeble, and she’s the only family you have left.
Well, my siblings and I haven’t quite reached that point yet, but just 3 days ago my 51 year old sister yet again decided to give me a verbal dressing down pretty much because I happened to be there at the time. This is behavior she has engaged in throughout my life. It doesn’t get any more charming with age.
I have heard that argument made a billion times, and I never beleived it either.
Which, I guess, makes my story the sappiest yet. …
When we were kids, from preteens through young adulthood, my sister and I did not get along at all. I think we probably only spoke about 10 words to each other in ten years, the two most common being “Fuck” and “You”.
We are now in our thirties and we’ve never been closer, emotionally that is. I suppose I can chalk that up to neither one of us being a lunatic, though.
Careful what you ask for. You just might get it.
One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
I’m really not kidding.
So who’ll start bidding?
Do I hear a dollar? A nickel? A penny?
Oh isn’t there, isn’t there, isn’t there any
Kid who’ll by this young sister for sale?
One crying and spying young sister for sale?
– Shel Silverstein
how old is she and what does she look like? (hey, its cool, if i trade, she won’t really be my sister! damn-- got to go! the washer is leakin’ on the front porch and gettin’ the sofa wet!)
She is 15 and has short black hair and dresses like. . .well i don’t know what you’d call it but it’s pretty damn weird.
Sis? Is that you?
Shit, you can have my brother. I live with him and neither of us are ever home and we’re both slobs, but because his girlfriend picks up after him he sees this as HIM being neat and gets on me about my shit being out. Not to mention he’s an engineer which makes me inferior because I’m a “liberal arts major.” I DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF SOCIOLOGY’S A “SOFT SCIENCE” OR NOT, WE USE THE GODDAMN SCIENTIFIC METHOD, SO FUCK OFF! God it felt good to get that off my chest. Besides I got three other brothers and it would be a cool experience to have a sister.
I thought that they took all female children aside for this purpose. Isn’t this class a pre-requisite to becoming a wife?
Not true. I’ve spoken to my sister once in the past four years. After destroying her oldest child’s future she called me to tell me how happy she was. I hung up on her and haven’t heard from her since.
I’ve seen my brother twice in the past ten years. We live 300 miles apart but “happened” to be fishing the same area and stayed at the same fish camp those two times.
On the other hand, my Dad is still alive and well. We e-mail almost daily, speak on the phone regularly, and manage to visit in person every couple of months.
Life is entirely too short to waste it on people that are a pain in the ass. Blood relative or not.
How old are you? I’ve got a 13-year-old brother( I call him brat-boy. He has his own theme song.) You’re sure to love him! I’ll take in return your sister, who, being slightly younger than me, I can boss about. Then she’ll appreciate how great a brother you were!
My brother is 13 years old, hard-of-hearing, and has terrible taste in music. Expect to help him with his homework a lot. Also make sure the other children don’t tease him. He has low self esteem. I’ve talked with him, and he’s agreeable to a trade.
About this weird dressing thing of your sister’s. Is this weird as in Goth? She might fit in at my school.
I don’t know- I’ve never been one of those, so I’m not sure if the training also holds true there.
Oh, and apotheosis?
My older brother still quotes that at me. And I’m 28 to his 30. Only now it makes us laugh.
Ummm… DarkMika, da’ cook isn’t a brother to anyone. She is, however, a sister to her sister. You said that her sister would appreciat how good a brother da’ cook was. Just so you know.
Sorry da’ cook. Guess I should check these things… but there really wasn’t any way of knowing…
I’M NOT A BOY(I meant to put this earlier but my damn computer went out on me)!!! One day she wore long pants, a dress that went down to her knees over that and then another short sleeve shirt over that! Freaky! But that isn’t that worst thing. There have been worse that I can’t even describe.