Two shadows dancing on the wall...
Things I hate
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* When the alarm rings in the morning - LOUD - and Tony "doesn't hear it," so it keeps BEEEEEEPBEEEPBEEEPing for ten minutes until I yell.
* Jamie's refusal to do anything around the house except clean the bathroom, then bitch if I leave a can of hairspray on the counter.
* Pulte homes, who have yet to fix the grass in my front yard, garage door, front door, air conditioning, or upstairs toilet.
* Metro Joes Coffee Club LLC, who has yet to pay me the nearly $300 I am owed in back wages. They also refuse to return any of my calls.
* Artistic Cuts and Color Studio, who thinks I'll be walking around a fucking fair handing out flyers. Ha.
* Not being able to smoke inside because Gram and Gramps are coming over.
* The way my jeans get all stretchy and fall off my ass after wearing them only once. Fuck you, Express.
* Not having the funds to get a tattoo, which I desperately want more than anything. I miss that sting. So, so bad.
* My computer, which continually crashes Theme Hospital every fucking time I try to play it. Boo.
* People that drive 15MPH through the parkway, even though I've yet to see a cop sitting anywhere between Broadview and Ridge on it. Ever.
* Putting $5 of gas in my car this morning, which didn't even make the needle move. Not even a little.
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OK. With the rest of my day off I'm going to get some serious sunbathing done at the pool.
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* When the alarm rings in the morning - LOUD - and Tony "doesn't hear it," so it keeps BEEEEEEPBEEEPBEEEPing for ten minutes until I yell.
* Jamie's refusal to do anything around the house except clean the bathroom, then bitch if I leave a can of hairspray on the counter.
* Pulte homes, who have yet to fix the grass in my front yard, garage door, front door, air conditioning, or upstairs toilet.
* Metro Joes Coffee Club LLC, who has yet to pay me the nearly $300 I am owed in back wages. They also refuse to return any of my calls.
* Artistic Cuts and Color Studio, who thinks I'll be walking around a fucking fair handing out flyers. Ha.
* Not being able to smoke inside because Gram and Gramps are coming over.
* The way my jeans get all stretchy and fall off my ass after wearing them only once. Fuck you, Express.
* Not having the funds to get a tattoo, which I desperately want more than anything. I miss that sting. So, so bad.
* My computer, which continually crashes Theme Hospital every fucking time I try to play it. Boo.
* People that drive 15MPH through the parkway, even though I've yet to see a cop sitting anywhere between Broadview and Ridge on it. Ever.
* Putting $5 of gas in my car this morning, which didn't even make the needle move. Not even a little.
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OK. With the rest of my day off I'm going to get some serious sunbathing done at the pool.