Today, tomorrow, some day, maybe

I won't have to worry about my sisters shit. But until that day comes; fuck my life.
Let me tell you what happened.
I was on the computer playing CoD4 while helping Phillip with his homework, when I start to here dumb bitch #1 and #2 yelling at each other. At first Phillip and I didn't give a fuck and thought they were just messing around or whatever it is that dumb bitches do. However, the yelling didn't sop so Phil went back to there room to see what was going on. Wait for it,wait for it, "Jacob! Come back here! I need your help!" That's what Phillip said to me before I abandoned my game (right in the middle of a fire fight I was winning too!) and rushed back there. I see one yellow fat bitch on the ground and a brown-shit colored fat bitch trying like a lazy lard ass to reach the other bitch. Phillip's in the the middle of them, getting scratched by bitch claws while keeping them separated. So I go in there to help him and take shit stain bitch down via shoulder tackle. Yellow bitch gets up; Phillip grabs her, then shit bitch tries to get pass me. Wrong move dumb ass. I shove the shit out of her, she goes sprawling on her bed, which in turn knocked a bowl of cereal (one she didn't belong having in her room and it was too late for (roughly 21:30)) she had on her bed over causing cereal and a bit of milk to go flying all over her bed. In my head I shouted "OWNED BITCH!" After that I closed her door and held it closed, I told Phillip to get dad but luckily he was already coming down from his room. The situation defused almost immediately after that. So I went back to my game to find out I only died once; and guess what? We still won that game (I was in fourth WOOT!)
As for the rest of my day... It was too boring to write about, so yeah... bye now.