five minutes after i wrote that post i punched him in the head.

with a left-hook. you never see those coming.

i got him in the temple/jaw. i just remember looking at his face and mouth and listening to all this nonsense he was saying about me all this fucking shit and thought i don’t care who you are, BAM.

here’s why i did it, he was straight rippin on me out of nowhere for a good ten minutes, abrasive drunk disrespect, it reminded me of our teenage years and how he can quickly go back to that, like i am a child again, all the years of repressed resentment boiled over. he said behind my back he and my dad make fun of me, how i am delusional and this blog is bullshit and i am nothing bla blah blah, i get it, i don’t agree with them and i do not let it affect me i ignore it, the thing that pissed me off was that i did not have the fucking energy to defend myself and argue and then he was calling me slutty and a bunch of other shit, he insulted everything about my life and everyone in it, it was all trash and i am tired of being associated with it.

i understand that small-town narrow-minded way, you cannot possibly understand someone, your own fucking sister even, if you do not know what it is that they do, and the amount of people who are a fan of their work, art, whatever, so he was trying to make me out to be very small to make himself feel better about himself and i don’t know why, i am his only sister, it was NOT provoked he just started spewing all this garbage cos my mom’s blog was up and i pointed to a picture of me in my bathingsuit and then he just went mental.

i thought about it for five minutes, punching him, whether or not i should do it, but he persisted on straight s-talking me, so i did it, he grabbed my hand after and was stunned and said he knew i was drunk and would regret it and he was going to let it go, basically, not hit me back, i said he was a fucking loser and always will be and left then i walked back to my dad’s and lucky i chose the right street there.

it was a long time coming, i do not regret it, i will regret the possible repurcussions, but, yeah, the weekend is finally fucking over and now i have the dentist to look forward to.

i will regret it if he doesn’t learn anything from this and continues to mistreat me as he has since i was a little kid, if that’s the case then as far as i am concerned, i do not have a brother.

i sort of felt bad, i go back and forth, for calling him a loser, but then i remember everything he said, has ever said about me.

speaking of losers, this is the bitch who deleted my wikipedia entry. she is trying to pin it on this guy, some cad who inputs wiki entries on himself, far lesser known on the dub dub dubya than i fucking am yet his articles remain on wikipedia. whatever.

*ok he just called and we are cool, i told him i wrote about it on my blog he was like why i was like because. the end.