Why don't they leave me the f**k alone?

It's three o'clock, I've been up for about two hours or so, and I've got a headache already.
My Mom's gone to Berlin to go shopping with my sister. My Dad took down the christmas tree, my brother woke up about an hour ago and just finished breakfast, at some point I am apparently supposed to prepare lunch (this just means I shall put the pizza in the oven, so not all that bad, actually), the dog has been going crazy and annoying the heck out of me.

I don't see any point of coming home for the weekend except for the opportunity to wash my clothes and have guilt-free internet access.

It is just wrong if you watch a Die Ärzte concert on MTV and they suddenly start so sing Juli. WRONG.

My language skills deteriorate. I swear too much and use words like "totally" and "really" and "way" entirely too often.

And I'd really like to get a few minutes of peace and quiet in this fucking place without my father telling my that it's antisocial behaviour if I want to be left alone sometimes.

( Who is love? )