Bored Like Me

This is sort of the situation with my grandmother.

She brags on incessently about how great my cousin is. She talks like he's the shining star of the planet and he has sunshine coming out of every orifus of his body. Why the very ground he walks on is blessed acording to my grandmother. It's favouritism. My grandma never really liked my family. Only the ones in melbourne with the high paying job, car and flatscreen TV. "Oh and he has lunch with the ministers!" I mean fucking...