There is only so much I can deny. So yes, I am difficult to live with ...if you are dumb. Really, how many times do I have to take something out of the trash before you STOP throwing it away? Man, it's like living with my mother all over again. (Not calling you dumb, Mom, but you know as well as I do that you've thrown away many many things that were never meant to see the inside of a garbage can.) Tonight I had to salvage a box from the garbage that contained all the things I took out of my car when I was cleaning it out, including a CD, pajamas (dressing on the way to the gym again, haha), a notebook, etc. It isn't like I had the box near the garbage can, or anything. It was like fifteen feet away! Next to a small pile of shoes that I had also taken out.
Gosh!
Also:
I don't like people touching my things in general, but I really really don't like people messing with my clothes. I have asked The Roomie before to please put my clothes in a pile next to the dryer if I accidentally leave them in there and she needs to use it. She was like, "Oh, I'll just fold them, it's OK." I said, "No, really, please...just leave them there. Please." I came home and they were folded on top of the dryer. DON'T FOLD MY FREAKING CLOTHES! That was about a month ago, and tonight I came home to all of my "reds" folded and on the couch. Ugh, ugh, UGH!
It's that whole "I'm doing something nice for you and you should be grateful, even if you adamantly stated that you didn't want it in the first place" thing that I hate so much.
Person: "I'm getting you a pair of Keds"
Susannah: "Please don't; I like Keds just as much as I like tapered jeans on a bottom-heavy woman."
...
Person: "Here is a pair of Keds I got for you!!!"
Susannah: "Why did you do that? I hate them."
Person: "I did something nice for you, that I didn't have to do. You ungrateful spoiled little brat!!!"
It may be childish, but the more she annoys me the more difficult the hiding place of my TV remote becomes.
No comments:
Post a Comment