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Moving is proving, as usual, to be a huge production. I am the type of person who thinks that I am superwoman. I can do it all. I don't need help. I mean how hard can it be to lug a couch, bed and some dressers up three flights of stairs to a tiny apartment? I am the type of person who would rather pay someone to do it for me than inconvenience anyone in my life. Is that not curtious? Well my brother doesn't think so, as he just called me a cold heartless bitch whom thinks of no one but herself until she wants something and I am such a dirty whore, I should have a handful of "fuck" buddies to help her move up those three flights of stairs so her 56 year old father doesn't have to suffer a heart attack. His ignorance proceeds him yet again. The college drop out, who has no bills and does nothing with his money but buy boats and womanize is boldly mistaken about my character. I simply told him I do not need or want his help in anyway and figure once again that karma will be a better bearer of medicine than my words could ever be. I like to think that I am a good person. My sister is a good person. I am the oldest, my sister the youngest. What was my mother inhaling during the months that he was in her womb? How did he turn out to be such a bad seed? He has no sensitivity, no drive, no determination, no desire to do anything, and is just a cruel person. I have said my fair share of mean things to my parents out of anger, believe me, but I at least feel remorse for treating them that way. He has no remorse. He is void of any type of human emotion. For some reason I can sense this in people and those are people I do not associate with, whether he is family or not. I am off friday. I cannot take Saturday off like the rest of the population. I have no help these days because of this. Like I stated before, I do not ask for help so why would I now?