To make matters worse, my pathetic existence has been tortured further with the most unseemly of discoveries. Before I explain, allow me this one disclaimer: I'm nosy. It's why I'm a reporter. If anything catches my eye or piques my interest, I'm in like Flynn, reading, opening, scavenging, you get the picture. And speaking of picture, let's talk about the ones I just found due to my curiosity.
I saw a folder on the desktop of the computer in our family's study. And my little brother, who is 22 and has unrealistic aspirations to be the next Jay Z had been visiting just last week. Now the file is labeled "pr." I see it and think, "What are they doing that's PR-related?" So I open it. Lord have mercy if it wasn't nude pictures of skanky ho's my brother found on the internet. Fine. He's young and eww.. But why, WHY does he think it's kosher to save them onto our family's computer?! The one my poor mother uses everyday to check email, forward me online profiles and play solitaire.
I was so disturbed, I stormed into my parent's room while they were watching a man from India offer 2007 horoscopes in a really thick accent. ("Follow your family tradition. Don't go wild way.")
ME: What is wrong with your son?!
Mom: Shhh, your horoscope is next.
TV: "Be miserly when it come to home decoration.."
ME: I just found porn on the desktop
Mom: Who's desk?
ME: The COMPUTER!!
Mom: Delete it.
Dad: He's sick.
ME: I did delete it but why does he think it's OK to save it in a file?
Mom: You're so nosy, if you hadn't gone snooping into files that weren't you--
ME: Oh my God. You're blaming me? I can't even talk to you right now. The file was marked "PR", hello? Freelance media consultant.
Mom: He didn't think anyone would see it.
Are you seeing this? Is it obvious that my mother has more issues when it comes to denial than Bush? And speaking of bush, don't need to know what my baby brother is into these days. Gross. I need a shower. (Btw, the picture posted here is the tamest one of them all.)
