She Fell on the Knife, I Swear
I thought maybe taking the TV home would allow me some peace from Izzy, the Continually Enraged. But no. No no nonononononononono! She's playing the reality shows on her laptop. And on the show, people are screaming. A lot. Why do I have to listen to this? Additionally, Izzy is coughing every 30 seconds. Big, annoying, smokers coughs. Because she's a big, annoying smoker. I'm going to kill her. I have three papers and a final tomorrow.. There are several immanently throwable objects on my desk at the moment. A bowl, some Snapple bottles, a few text books, my printer... I feel so tense waiting for her to cough again. Could some one talk me down from the ledge? She just left the room, and I can track her location by her coughs. I used to say that I didn't wish her any harm, but at this point, I wouldn't complain if she developed emphasema. Just saying.
She fell on that knife, Officer. I swear. She tripped on one of her sororoty ducks.
Excuse me while I break some pencils to relieve my stress.
She fell on that knife, Officer. I swear. She tripped on one of her sororoty ducks.
Excuse me while I break some pencils to relieve my stress.