BROADCASTING IN PROGRESS

#^@!%$!!!!

It is at times like these that i want a signal broadcasting to a radio or speaker of some sort for my head.

So i can just shoot everything in everyone's faces when i don't give a fuck and am too irritated to state things out.

*BROADCASTING BEGINS*

Signal for Dear Mommy.:)

MOMMY ARH! CAN U LIKE HOR. BE MORE SENSITIVE?! DADDY IS OBVIOUSLY STRESSED BY THE COOKING ALREADY AND U STILL TAKE CALLS ABOUT WORK AND SHOUT ACROSS THE HOUSE FOR HIM. WHY MAKE AN ALREADY STRESSED MAN EVEN MORE STRESSED?! DINNER. SHOULD. FUCKING HELL NOT BE THE PLACE FOR WORK, STUDY OR ANY MOOD KILLER TOPICS, FUCK!!!

Signal for Dear Daddy.:)

I BELIEVE U ARE WAY SMARTER THAN U ALREADY SEEM, SO... I THINK IT IS QUITE LOGICAL. QUITE AR DADDY. QUITE. IT IS FUCKING HELL LOGICAL THAT WHEN U ARE STRESSED ABOUT COOKING, U TELL MOMMY TO HANG UP AND CALL BACK LATER. THEN WHEN U GET OVER STRESSED, U POP, THEN EVERYONE GOES INTO A FUCKING PCB MOOD. SERIOUSLY. WHAT THE FUCK.

Signal for Dear OLDER but still YOUNGER than me SISTER.:)

FUCK U. SINCE YOUNG ALREADY, EVERYBODY TELL U, CLEAN UR FUCKING SPOON AND FORK BEFORE U FUCKING PUT IT IN ANY FUCKING SOUP OR FOOD, FUCK!!! GROW SOME SENSE FUCK. TELL U HOW MANY TIMES U JUST SHRUG IT OFF. CB!!! IF NOT IMPORTANT I KEEP SAYING FOR FUCK?! FUCKING DISGUSTING U KNOW?! SO WHAT IF I'M A FUCKING GUY, THAT'S NOT THE FUCKING POINT! IT IS CALL.... TABLE MANNERS.:) FUCK.

Signal for Dear Younger Brother.:)

Good boy today, nvr piss kor kor off.:) I should fucking hell buy u a toy or something. Hopefully u don't talk too much nonsense, and hopefully u'll keep ur leg down when u sit. Don't sit like some cb kia, or i will bloody hell kp u till u fed-up.:) That is all.:)

Signal for Dear Youngest Sister.:)

CB. U SERIOUSLY LUCKY U NOT ANY OLDER. OR I SMACK U AR! ASK U EAT DUN WAN EAT, THEN WHEN PROPER MEAL ENDS U SAY HUNGRY THEN U GO SNACK. EVERY DINNER, WHEN WE EAT, I HAVE NEVER SEEN U PROPERLY EAT UR FUCKING FOOD BEFORE. COMPLAIN HERE COMPLAIN THERE. ASK U EAT U DRINK SOUP ONLY, GIVE U FOOD U THROW ONE SIDE, OR EAT ALREADY STEP ONE VOMIT. EH, I TELL U AR, I CHAO CHAO OSO 13 YEARS OLDER THAN U HOR, HALF THAT, EVEN 6 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE CAN LET ME KNOW WHEN U ARE MISBEHAVING HOR. THINGS DON'T GO UR WAY, U CRY. CRY LAH CRY SOMEMORE, THEN GROW UP DEPENDING ON PEOPLE, THOSE PEOPLE WILL ONLY USE U AND THROW U AWAY WHEN THEY'RE DONE. MAYBE THEN U WILL LEARN THE HARD WAY. I'VE GOT MANY MANY MORE THINGS TO SHOOT AT U. BUT I SHALL STOP HERE. CAUSE I CAN'T BE BOTHERED ANYMORE.

WHAT A FUCKED UP DINNER.:)