Frustrated? Hell Yeah!

There's nothing more frustrating than coming home after a hard day at work and having to skip gym for the 34th time since you've signed up, to find your brother hogging the tv, the laundry space, the dining table, the DVDs and many, many more stuff in my very own home, again.

But for fucks sake. If I am to be confined in my own room, at least give me the blardy courtesy to let me use the internet freely.

It's bad enough he fixed the land line directly from the modem to his laptop. It's also bad enough he downloads tonnes of stuff off the internet almost every freakin day. It doesn't help to know that he works from home and I only get a few measly hours to relax in my own room.

But having to refresh your goddamn page every 5 minutes is down right frustrating. Moron.