Yesterday my mom told us all we need to help more around the house (mainly because she got pissed Sunday and broke a window) and when the little “meeting” was over Lindsay asked if she was allowed to boss us around and assign jobs and my retard of a mother said yes. If my mom thinks for one second that Lindsay is going to tell me what to do then she might as well kick me out because Lindsay has already tried that and tried giving mark and I jobs to do she doesn’t want to do. It’ll be a cold day in hell before that happens. Then comes in my room waiting for me to acknowledge her. After 5 minutes of ignoring her I finally ask if I could help and and she starts screaming, “yeah I’ve been waiting for you to acknowledge me so I can talk to you!!” I very angrily scream back, “obviously I’m busy typing something on my phone!” And she goes off on a tangent how I cant even text on this phone so why do I use it. Ummm maybe because this phone works better for the internet than my other phone or laptop so you can kindly go fuck yourself in the ass with a cactus.