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Downstairs, playing my Ancient Rome city sim game that I finally got on my desktop, where it works. Daddy calls me upstairs. He gestures to a pile of laundry baskets chilling in the dining room. "Put these away....fold them and put them away if you have to." I look at the baskets. James and Liam's blankets. James and Liam's clothes. My mom's clothes. I put the respective baskets in their respective rooms. My work here is done. Back to the computer.
STOMP STOMP STOMP down the stairs.
"Did you put those clothes away?"
".....I put them in the rooms of who they belong to?"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU PUT THEM AWAY? WOULD YOU JUST PUT THEM AWAY PLEASE?"
No. I will not fucking put them away. They aren't fucking mine. First of all, James and my mom are more than capable of putting away their own clothes. Liam really needs to learn sometime soon. Second of all, I do my own motherfucking laundry. My clothes don't sit around the motherfucking house waiting to be put away. They don't languish in the dryer for days on end. I do my cold wash. I put it in the dryer and put in my warm wash. Take the cold one out, put it in my hamper. Warm wash goes in the dryer. When it's done, I put it in my hamper and bring it into my room. It takes probably a grand total of 2 hours. No one sees it. It does not sit in the dining room or kitchen or living room.
Thirdly, I don't fucking know where the fuck anyone else's clothes fucking go. I don't know what gets hung up, what gets folded, where the types of clothes go. Fuck, my mom barely puts her own clothes away. Why should I have to do it for her? Maybe I'm just a selfish little modern college student, but other people's laziness shouldn't be my fucking responsibility, should it? So no, Daddy. I will not be putting anyone else's clothes away today. Fuck off.
ALSO FUCKING PENN STATE STILL HASN'T GIVEN ME MY ROOM ASSIGNMENT YET ARGH ARGH ARGH
STOMP STOMP STOMP down the stairs.
"Did you put those clothes away?"
".....I put them in the rooms of who they belong to?"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU PUT THEM AWAY? WOULD YOU JUST PUT THEM AWAY PLEASE?"
No. I will not fucking put them away. They aren't fucking mine. First of all, James and my mom are more than capable of putting away their own clothes. Liam really needs to learn sometime soon. Second of all, I do my own motherfucking laundry. My clothes don't sit around the motherfucking house waiting to be put away. They don't languish in the dryer for days on end. I do my cold wash. I put it in the dryer and put in my warm wash. Take the cold one out, put it in my hamper. Warm wash goes in the dryer. When it's done, I put it in my hamper and bring it into my room. It takes probably a grand total of 2 hours. No one sees it. It does not sit in the dining room or kitchen or living room.
Thirdly, I don't fucking know where the fuck anyone else's clothes fucking go. I don't know what gets hung up, what gets folded, where the types of clothes go. Fuck, my mom barely puts her own clothes away. Why should I have to do it for her? Maybe I'm just a selfish little modern college student, but other people's laziness shouldn't be my fucking responsibility, should it? So no, Daddy. I will not be putting anyone else's clothes away today. Fuck off.
ALSO FUCKING PENN STATE STILL HASN'T GIVEN ME MY ROOM ASSIGNMENT YET ARGH ARGH ARGH