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Mar. 27th, 2006 09:44 amif i wanted to be fucked this morning, i would've called any of the guys i know that're willing. i didn't need this, though.
it's not that i don't love my sister. i do. occasionally.
no. it's not that at all.
it's that SHE PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH SOMETIMES I COULD KEEL HER. i know. i know. not productive. at all.
but she's pissed me off for real this morning.
she started a new job today. clerical. whatever. and she has to get there by 8:15 (they tell her). so she wakes me up at 7:45, claims she's driving cause she knows where the building is, and that's that. i grumble cause i'm not supposed to be up yet, dammit, and i'm cold and she needed to hurry the fuck up.
so i sit, in my jammies, in the cold car, for almost 20 minutes while she's inside wasting time. i swear to god... wasting time. we don't know how traffic is, we don't know if she really knows where the building is, and I KNOW SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE THERE AT LEAST 5 MINUTES EARLY CAUSE IT'S HER FIRST DAY.
so. we leave the house late (no one knows what she was doing, but she walked around the house for 20 minutes)... then we drive around downtown because SHE FORGOT WHERE THE FUCKING BUILDING WAS. then, when i see the building (we've been circling it for half an hour), i tell her to get out. cause there's the fucking building. gah. so she parks at a tarc stop when the bus is right behind her and gets out in the middle of traffic.
WHAT THE HELL??? she's already late. on her first day. and she wants to get killed. and she's walking so slowly... like she can't move.
my sister. the fucking MORON. if i hadn't had to leave for work... i would have keeled her.
it's not that i don't love my sister. i do. occasionally.
no. it's not that at all.
it's that SHE PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH SOMETIMES I COULD KEEL HER. i know. i know. not productive. at all.
but she's pissed me off for real this morning.
she started a new job today. clerical. whatever. and she has to get there by 8:15 (they tell her). so she wakes me up at 7:45, claims she's driving cause she knows where the building is, and that's that. i grumble cause i'm not supposed to be up yet, dammit, and i'm cold and she needed to hurry the fuck up.
so i sit, in my jammies, in the cold car, for almost 20 minutes while she's inside wasting time. i swear to god... wasting time. we don't know how traffic is, we don't know if she really knows where the building is, and I KNOW SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE THERE AT LEAST 5 MINUTES EARLY CAUSE IT'S HER FIRST DAY.
so. we leave the house late (no one knows what she was doing, but she walked around the house for 20 minutes)... then we drive around downtown because SHE FORGOT WHERE THE FUCKING BUILDING WAS. then, when i see the building (we've been circling it for half an hour), i tell her to get out. cause there's the fucking building. gah. so she parks at a tarc stop when the bus is right behind her and gets out in the middle of traffic.
WHAT THE HELL??? she's already late. on her first day. and she wants to get killed. and she's walking so slowly... like she can't move.
my sister. the fucking MORON. if i hadn't had to leave for work... i would have keeled her.