So it's 8 am, all I wanted were some damn lucky charms.
As usual Ian has to ruin that for me.
He already lost MY gamecube memory card.
I'm angry and it's making my stomach sick because, oh yeah, I haven't eaten.

Anyway, just so you know what happened...
I was in the kitchen, already got down my bowl, opening the cereal, when my grandmother asked me to make sure the door was locked. I go over, lock the door and before I can make it the 10 (if even) yards back into the kitchen, my brother, being the douche that he always is, walks on in, though it was obvious by the ready bowl and BOX OF CEREAL STILL IN MY HAND, I wasn't done in there. Now to most of you this might not seem like much, but we have a very small kitchen and I'm claustrophobic. I can't handle trying to share it, least of all with someone large and clumsy who smells. So while I waiting a begillion years for him to come out, he puts a spoon in my bowl. I remove it and inform him not to do that unless he'd washed his hands. (I'd just gotten out of the bathroom so mine were clean, anyway, he replied with "I just washed my hands."

I said "Really, when?" he told me half an hour ago. So between the fact that he obviously needs to shower because, oh yeah, he smells like ass, he's been in his room touching on things that haven't been clean since purchased. Do not fucking touch.

I roll my eyes, he then says "Not like I didn't just touch all the spoon and such anyway."
I'm already pissed off at him for never keeping his word, losing my shit, and have no respect for me or my room. So I put the cereal down and walked away. I wasn't hungry or anything....

Channaka today.