Ugh.
I thig I'b cubbig dowd with a cold.
I blabe the stupid cold weather (England in winter... cold? What the hell?!) and the stupid wind, and my stupid jacket with the button ripped off, and the stupid people around me who are all taking turns falling sick as well, and then using my stupid mug without telling me, passing me their stupid germs. Did I say it was okay for you to use my mug, even if we are blood related? Did I say it was okay to take 'just a little bit' of my coffee? Did I? DID I?!
Ugh.
It is now the ninth straight day I'm in London with my family. Ninth day of this teeny apartment, with the tv always on too loud, with people talking, always talking, all the time talking talking talking. Ninth day of putting up with constant, constant company, not getting my own room and not even being able to kick anyone out, because the door doesn't lock.
Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, why Naddie, what a heartless bitch you are. After not seeing your family for almost a whole year, you should be thankful of this Quality Time you now have together.
Quality Time can go flush itself down the toilet. They never shut up, and now on top of it, they've given me germs.
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Nads, I didn't know you had a blog! This is great, I've added it to my daily bookmarks, it's a fantastic read so far :) Still in England?
I'm trying hard not to laugh. But I think we're both looking forward to the day when you can lock your door. Your family is indeed very loud, but they do love you very muchly. And I hope the germs have left by now? Eat garlic!
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