Ugh

We need groceries and I'm tired of always paying so I hit my brother up for considerably less than I pay for groceries since he got paid early and didn't throw any money my way for any bills.

In response, he says he put all his money in the gas tank. Uh, no. You didn't. And it doesn't count if you then use it all up again!

Add that to the bitching he does any time we point out there are no grocery or gas fairies AND Mom reminding me she's sorting through Dad's clothes...

So I thought I'd break out the real journal. BAD idea. It's essentially a greatest hits of how dumb I was, or how much things suck.

Luckily I have the new Dresden Files to read.

eta: He came through and now I have a box of Whoppers, too. Hunh.