Annoying as fuck.
Oh man. This whole post is completely inconsequential, but I was on LJ anyway, and the note is right fucking here in front of my face, so.. lol, this is what I come downstairs to when I decide to go on the computer this morning (written in my own notebook for tact):
Holly,
Clean up your mess! It's fucking disgusting down here. And don't put the juice back in the fridge, it's bad by now. Juice goes in the fridge for a reason, you know.
Michael
So if the juice is bad, why the fuck don't you throw it away? I CALL BULLSHIT. So this is what I wrote in return..
Michael,
Sorry, I'm not the one who left food containers, chip bags, and melted freezies down here for over a week, not to mention full plates of rotting food in your room and the living room because you forgot about them due to being baked off your ass. OH LOOK, you stuck a fudgesicle stick in one of my cups.
Maybe you noticed that I haven't said shit about your mess this entire week when I normally would. Know why? Because it would be pretty hypocritical of me, since it's my mess, too. I see you're not quite at the level to make that same distinction, though.
So before you tell me to clean up my mess, MAYBE you should clean up yours first.
Holly
idk. It just pisses me off a fucking lot. Like telling me to quit whining and clean it up myself when I bitch about him pissing all over the toilet seat, or spilling juice all over the floor and not mopping it up.
Holly,
Clean up your mess! It's fucking disgusting down here. And don't put the juice back in the fridge, it's bad by now. Juice goes in the fridge for a reason, you know.
Michael
So if the juice is bad, why the fuck don't you throw it away? I CALL BULLSHIT. So this is what I wrote in return..
Michael,
Sorry, I'm not the one who left food containers, chip bags, and melted freezies down here for over a week, not to mention full plates of rotting food in your room and the living room because you forgot about them due to being baked off your ass. OH LOOK, you stuck a fudgesicle stick in one of my cups.
Maybe you noticed that I haven't said shit about your mess this entire week when I normally would. Know why? Because it would be pretty hypocritical of me, since it's my mess, too. I see you're not quite at the level to make that same distinction, though.
So before you tell me to clean up my mess, MAYBE you should clean up yours first.
Holly
idk. It just pisses me off a fucking lot. Like telling me to quit whining and clean it up myself when I bitch about him pissing all over the toilet seat, or spilling juice all over the floor and not mopping it up.