Friday, July 21, 2006

   -cracks knuckles-
Well, I have just recovered all the stuff that one of my brothers deleated off my computer. I had the cat bite his new giggly girlfriend who threatened me when he was out of the room, so he deleated all of my emails and PMs on the sites I belong to.

Okay, the girl was over and they were watching a movie. The computer is in the basement and the family room with the crappy 13-year-old T.V. is right up the stairs. So, lucky me, I get to listen to them make out to the tune of Signs, which I hate. So it's just going great until Brother Numba Six decides to go get popcorn. He leaves to go make it in the kitchen, which is up four stairs and a room over, and the girl opens the basement door. She's glaring at me with a strap of her tank top handing off her shoulder while little ol' me is sitting at the compy like a good girl, black cat on head, showtunes in my ears and eyes trained on a roleplay that was going quite well. She gives me this look like I'm something gross she stepped in at the zoo and starts telling me she'll kill me iff I inturrupt the movie at all. Now, having seven older brothers, a sister-in-law and a neice, I'm a pretty reasonable girl as sister-of-boyfriend's go, but I do not enjoy being threatened by the girlfriends. I told her to screw off and turn down the leval of the snogging as it was messing with my concentration.

She asks me what I was concentrating on in this tone that just made me want to rip out her voicebox. I replied that I was concentrating on ignoring them and you would have thought I had called her the largest slut on the planet or some long string of insults about her mother; the girl starts screeching about how I "shouldn't mess with her" and how she'll "make what little social life I have go down the toilet", all of this in much more explicit language, mind you. Wouldn't even shut up after I shut the door in her face.

And then she gets back to "I am the sweet innocent Bo-Peep" when my brother comes back in the room with the popcorn. Nice brother he is, he gives me a small bowl too (He makes really good popcorn), and they go back to signs. The popcorn gave me about ten minutes of peace before I heard little Miss-Miss start saying how I was trash-talking her. The girl is ASKING for it. Now, my brother was being a good bro, saying that I wouldn't say those things and that I liked her (which I didn't, but hey, the guy was trying), but she wasn't swallowing any of it. She keeps complaining and tells him to send me to my room. That was the last straw.

While my dear brother was busy being dumfounded, I took the cat off my head and instructed him to go bite the girlfriend. Hikichi, my cat, bites who I tell him to, and, like the good kitty he is, trundled up the stairs and bit her. Hard. On the hand, after which he went upstairs to my room as if nothing had happened.

The girl starts shrieking like he had bitten off her hand or something, not just injected his little kitty fangs into her leg. I'm sitting at my compy, typing away at my roleplay, and she starts swearing at me, saying what a "beastly child" I was and how she hoped she never came near me again. I am one year younger than her, by the way. My brother takes her home after that; I steal the rest of the popcorn.

He gets home furious and finds me quickly exiting out of my roleplay. I baricade myself in my room for the rest of the night, during which my brother goes and deletes all of my emails and PMs from the roleplay sites he could find that I belong to. I was rushing so quickly upstairs that I forgot to log out, so he delorted everything he could.

Needless to say, I had Hikichi bite him too.
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