RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR
Jul. 7th, 2005 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spiderpigI AM ANGRY. EXTREMELY FURIOUS. I RARELY GET ANGRY OVER TRIVIAL THINGS SO EASILY. BUT THIS TRIVIAL MATTER HAS
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SURE, "DON'T TAKE THINGS FOR GRANTED. BE GRATEFUL FOR THE HOUSEHOLD HELP" YOU SAY. BUT WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO THE FACT THAT MY WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING ROOM HAS BEEN REARRANGED, WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE, WITHOUT MY MOTHER'S INSTRUCTION, WITHOUT ANY PERMISSION AT ALL,
I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE INCENSED AND OUTRAGED.
BUT I CAN'T YELL AT THE HOUSEHOLD HELP. I CAN'T CRITISIZE HER FOR MOVING ALL MY THINGS AROUND BECAUSE I WILL PROBABLY JUST SCREAM AT HER. I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING BUT PUT ON A HARD GRIN AND GO 'HEY WHERE IS THE REMOTE CONTROL FOR THE AIRCON?' I MUSTN'T BE RUDE YOU SEE. (NO MY WHOLE ROOM DOES NOT EQUATE TO THE REMOTE. IT'S REALLY THE WHOLE ROOM. MY DESK. MY SHELVES. MY COMPUTER TABLE. MY SHELVES. I DON'T EVEN DARE TO LOOK IN MY WARDROBE. MY BROTHER'S THINGS, HIS TABLE, HIS SHELVES.)
BUT HEY! IT'S NOWHERE TO BE FOUND! SHE DIDN'T SEE IT WHEN SHE REHAULED MY WHOLE ROOM!
WHAT THE FUCK!?!
IT'S WHITE. I PUT IT 100 OUT OF A 100 TIMES ON MY BLUE SHELVE. THERE'S NO WAY YOU CAN REARRANGE THAT SHELF, LET ALONE THE WHOLE ROOM, WITHOUT SEEING IT. AND YOU HAD TO GO LOOK IN THE RUBBISH BIN TO ADD EFFECT.
OH. EM. GEE.
EXCUSE ME FOR ACTING LIKE A SPOILT BRAT BUT I'M TIRED. I'M FUCKED IN ALL MY EXAMS. SHE HAS HAD THE WHOLE DAY TO GO THROUGH MY WHOLE ROOM AND IS OUTSIDE NOW CHIT-CHATTING TO THE MAID NEXT-DOOR AND....
ARGH
EXPLODED
SURE, "DON'T TAKE THINGS FOR GRANTED. BE GRATEFUL FOR THE HOUSEHOLD HELP" YOU SAY. BUT WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO THE FACT THAT MY WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING ROOM HAS BEEN REARRANGED, WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE, WITHOUT MY MOTHER'S INSTRUCTION, WITHOUT ANY PERMISSION AT ALL,
I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE INCENSED AND OUTRAGED.
BUT I CAN'T YELL AT THE HOUSEHOLD HELP. I CAN'T CRITISIZE HER FOR MOVING ALL MY THINGS AROUND BECAUSE I WILL PROBABLY JUST SCREAM AT HER. I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING BUT PUT ON A HARD GRIN AND GO 'HEY WHERE IS THE REMOTE CONTROL FOR THE AIRCON?' I MUSTN'T BE RUDE YOU SEE. (NO MY WHOLE ROOM DOES NOT EQUATE TO THE REMOTE. IT'S REALLY THE WHOLE ROOM. MY DESK. MY SHELVES. MY COMPUTER TABLE. MY SHELVES. I DON'T EVEN DARE TO LOOK IN MY WARDROBE. MY BROTHER'S THINGS, HIS TABLE, HIS SHELVES.)
BUT HEY! IT'S NOWHERE TO BE FOUND! SHE DIDN'T SEE IT WHEN SHE REHAULED MY WHOLE ROOM!
WHAT THE FUCK!?!
IT'S WHITE. I PUT IT 100 OUT OF A 100 TIMES ON MY BLUE SHELVE. THERE'S NO WAY YOU CAN REARRANGE THAT SHELF, LET ALONE THE WHOLE ROOM, WITHOUT SEEING IT. AND YOU HAD TO GO LOOK IN THE RUBBISH BIN TO ADD EFFECT.
OH. EM. GEE.
EXCUSE ME FOR ACTING LIKE A SPOILT BRAT BUT I'M TIRED. I'M FUCKED IN ALL MY EXAMS. SHE HAS HAD THE WHOLE DAY TO GO THROUGH MY WHOLE ROOM AND IS OUTSIDE NOW CHIT-CHATTING TO THE MAID NEXT-DOOR AND....
ARGH
