I don't like my grandmother.
She has this inherent need to frequently ask me when I'm going to get married and how many kids I'm going to have. When I respond that marriage isn't an option right now and that I don't plan to grow any parasites inside me, her response is, "Oh, you'll change your mind. Look at your uncle...he used to feel the same way you do".
SO fucking WHAT!?
What can I say? I fucking hate her. My parents' other daughter does this to me as well, but now to a lesser extent. (Yes, I refuse to refer to her as my "sister"- the broad's a head case. She once told me that "If a man's in the bathroom, I don't care how badly you have to go, even if you have to sew it up, you don't bother him." Pardon me? Fuck that! If I have to go, I'm damn well going to ask how long he's going to be.)
Rah 