No Dreams, Just Fights

Okay, so my dreams have seem to have taken a hiatus - they are so effing boring lately. Instead, I am choosing to update everytime Alex beats the shit out of me. Now, iif you know anything about Alex, you know she is unneccesarily aggressive and angry all.the.time. She also loves beating up on me cause I used to beat her up all the time when I was little. Let's face it - I was strong and tall and she was short and lazy. Now the tables have turned - I am weaker and more genteel and she is more angry and strong and has tonnes of beat-lust. I myself cannot punch someone. Alex loves it.
So, two days ago, Alex delivered my daily beating as I was trying to watch TV. She wailed on me for a bit and then, cause she is so clumsy, she kicked a bowl off my nightstand and it broke. It was also filled with cereal-milk, which got everywhere. I chose to clean it up, cause she's a pig and wouldn't do it right and my room would end up smelling like baby barf.
And yesterday, she was fighting me (mostly tickling, which feels more like hard poking and scratching) and she pulled my finger so hard...okay, I have to preface this by saying she has this thing called "twist and turn technology" where she basically rips your fingers out of the knuckles. So she gave me some twist and turn technology and broke my right-hang ring finger.
What a psycho. Also, I think she needs Anger-Management lessons or something. Actually, no, because normally when she beats the hell out of something, she is laughing her dumb ass off. So, maybe she needs Whitby Psych or something.
Payce.