ziricote

my brother is as good as dead if he smiles at me, looks at me, doesn't look at me, talks to me, says stuff about me to others, breathes, etc

the cunt comes in the room, doing nothing but being fucking retarded petting the dog who was trying to sleep and then there's a crashing sound outside in the back. Nothing out of the norm with that, it's windy and the gate normally makes a shitload of noise. So when I tell my bro to go close the gate he takes a look and tells me that my bike has fallen over. I don't take retarded misfits like him seriously so I took a look for myself and the bike had fallen over.

Now, any decent person would probably show some concern and atleast help me pick up the bike and get it out of the way but no, that's not my brothers style. What he does is stand inside the house gopping like a fucking idiot as I run out to check the damage and put it somewhere out of the way.

I didn't bother to check it cause it was raining and I'm only wearing a tank top but it looks like the fairing is fucked and either the tank has been cracked somewhere or the battery has come open, probably the battery I think, some other stuff on it is fucked aswell but not too badly.

Anyway, as you can tell things are going good around here. One thing I will get around to doing is setting up an excersize/diet routine cause I'm getting all out of shape. I should be going down to London to meet a few people, hope I don't come across as too much of a loner. Ah well, that's all I've got for now...