Sunday, December 12

Too early

What kind of crazy fucknut sets her fucking alarm to go off at 10 in the fucking morning on a Sunday?!* It started going off, and I thought the ceiling was coming crashing down on me. I peek through my sleep mask at my own alarm — not even 10 a.m. [my clock is five minutes fast]. I seriously wanted to beat puppies. And then when I got up to go to the bathroom and get away from the heinous noise, I glanced over to her bed — her head is less than twelve inches from her alarm. Seriously incensed by then, I stalked off to the bathroom and brushed my teeth rather violently.

I wish I could tell her that most of the things she does piss me off, but frankly, I don't know if I could be tactful about it. And I'm not good with confrontations. I suck.

She also has a test at 8 a.m. tomorrow — Monday. I'm sleeping elsewhere.

* I'm thinking this in all caps in a very large font like Impact, but I decided to spare your eyes for the time being. Apologies also on the frequency of the F-bomb.

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