Cleaning BS
Ugh....
Today, I slept all day. It was euphoric. Today, I had family members come into my room in an angry rage screaming at me to clean out room for a new bed. That was complete bullshit. I never ever want any one in my room again. I resolve to keep my door locked and when I come home, I shall jimmy the damn thing to gain access. I never want anyone that lives at my house in there....ever.
Nothing but irritating bitching and moaning when I can't help but see the rest of the house is also in a mess. Everyone should mind their own damn business, for I never question why there are rouge groceries on the floor that never seems to get put away, or complain about home decorating equipment bought to use "when we finally get around to cleaning the house", or the scattered cat litter that litters (pun...ugh ;.;) my brother's floor..... And of course, the literal sea of newspapers that covers the sofa (sliding fun!!!) and the floor of the living room left by my father.....
...also there's the relics of beer bottles of the recent and far off past in my other brother's room, which leaks out nasty residue that some how gets all over abused DVD's and video games that are left out of their cases....and GUESS WHO GETS TO CLEAN THE DISCS!!!!?? ME!!!!! WOOH!
So all in all.....
You're all just as messy as I am!!!!
Screw you all! Screw you all!
Actually, I took a bath and now I'm feeling better ^___^. And I'm planning to clean up my room because Gus is a dick head, and other equally immature labels, and my mum is
being an insensitive bitch...but she says it's only because my father doesn't do anything around the house and blah blah blah.......teaching us that it's okay to lose control over inane things and transfer our aggression to people that are weaker that ourselves...
Although in cleaning I would no doubt be making some one in this house pleased with my action which makes me question my deeds....
It's so hard being stubborn. Damn reversed psychology.
Although, I think I'll do it for my friends ^_^. I'm tired of them damaging themselves and my things in my room when they come over. However, I will never forget when Brandon sat next to my bed, screamed, and promptly pulled a hammer from underneath his posterior... Ah, the hysterical laughter that was had by all...
Also, to top my cruddy day....
No one on the entire planet can write good Pet Shop of Horrors fan fiction....
This makes me sad....
Today, I slept all day. It was euphoric. Today, I had family members come into my room in an angry rage screaming at me to clean out room for a new bed. That was complete bullshit. I never ever want any one in my room again. I resolve to keep my door locked and when I come home, I shall jimmy the damn thing to gain access. I never want anyone that lives at my house in there....ever.
Nothing but irritating bitching and moaning when I can't help but see the rest of the house is also in a mess. Everyone should mind their own damn business, for I never question why there are rouge groceries on the floor that never seems to get put away, or complain about home decorating equipment bought to use "when we finally get around to cleaning the house", or the scattered cat litter that litters (pun...ugh ;.;) my brother's floor..... And of course, the literal sea of newspapers that covers the sofa (sliding fun!!!) and the floor of the living room left by my father.....
...also there's the relics of beer bottles of the recent and far off past in my other brother's room, which leaks out nasty residue that some how gets all over abused DVD's and video games that are left out of their cases....and GUESS WHO GETS TO CLEAN THE DISCS!!!!?? ME!!!!! WOOH!
So all in all.....
You're all just as messy as I am!!!!
Screw you all! Screw you all!
Actually, I took a bath and now I'm feeling better ^___^. And I'm planning to clean up my room because Gus is a dick head, and other equally immature labels, and my mum is
being an insensitive bitch...but she says it's only because my father doesn't do anything around the house and blah blah blah.......teaching us that it's okay to lose control over inane things and transfer our aggression to people that are weaker that ourselves...
Although in cleaning I would no doubt be making some one in this house pleased with my action which makes me question my deeds....
It's so hard being stubborn. Damn reversed psychology.
Although, I think I'll do it for my friends ^_^. I'm tired of them damaging themselves and my things in my room when they come over. However, I will never forget when Brandon sat next to my bed, screamed, and promptly pulled a hammer from underneath his posterior... Ah, the hysterical laughter that was had by all...
Also, to top my cruddy day....
No one on the entire planet can write good Pet Shop of Horrors fan fiction....
This makes me sad....