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My brother is a little a*****e that should be dragged to the middle of the street and stoned to death.

- He spends an average of over 10 hours on Gaia everyday.
- He plays GTA: San Andreas when he's not on the computer or sleeping. Loudly.
- He steals my CDs. Before my trip, he had every single one of my CDs for over two weeks. If it weren't for Ares, I'd've gone absolutely batshit crazy. They all came back scratched up. I've got over $1600 in CDs and all but 5 of them came back unscratched. I can't even play some of them anymore, they're so ******** scratched up.
- He steals my cigarettes.
- He steals my money. I don't have a lot, but what I do, generally goes to gas. We broke down on the side of the road one night after me taking him and his girlfriend back from church, while they made out in the back seat of my car, because I didn't have any ******** gas. Because he stole my money and I couldn't get any gas. We ended up waiting an hour for dad to come by with a gas can...
- He doesn't clean up. He'll make a pasta salad, leave the mayo out, all of the trash from it out, eat half of it and leave it to spoil on the counter. We waited for a week for him to do dishes. What started out as a couple of plates and silverware grew into a beast of flies, murky water and diry dishes...
- He broke my freakin' headphones. They used to be noise canceling. They were good enough for classical music. And he blew the ******** speakers on them with MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
- He claims to be so goth and alone and tormented, and the only problem he has is when he has to get off the computer for an hour...
- He doesn't bathe. My house SMELLS because he's IN IT.
- He took naked pictures of himself with my camera and nothing happened. He got kicked out of school, nothing happened. He got caught with pot, nothing happened. His beastiality, Jetson, child porn downloads and virus' turned our old computer into a big paperweight, and nothing ******** happened.

Therefore, he should be stoned in the middle of the street. And die.

As should my parents. Because they let him get this way.

In other news, it's still raining. Amber wants me to take the rain back, but every lake, pond and creek is up to the streets and in the streets. We're flooding. I've personally seen 16 different cars up to the windows in water.

TOO MUCH ******** RAIN.

My dad's getting a kick out of it though. "Hurricane Dennis better kick some a**!" -- because that's his name. xp