My sister will be coming to stay for the weekend. I wish she'd get a damned washer and dryer. Well... I didn't used to. Just recently she's really started to twang my nerves. Something about her general attitude. Her tones of voice... it's like I'm 15 again and she's Her Preppiness giving me shit for having too many colors of hair. She seemed perpetually just a little put off by me. And, spending a weekend around her gets annoying enough that I would prefer to avoid it.
I think I'm going to try to make the bananas ripen through the sheer will of mind. I want to make banana bread.
Slam/Spoken word performance women who call themselves "Queen" are immediately suspect.