I'm annoyed. So I ranted.
Really? You're going to yell at me for some sh!t I didn't even do? Really? You're gonna tell me I'm the one that made that bathroom dirty when I don't even use that bathroom? Better yet, you're going to tell me I leave the toilet seat up with piss still in the toilet, cuz that's what the mess was. Really? I'm the one that's gonna have to clean it? F*ckin serious? No. Not really.
For real? You're gonna yell at me for not cleaning the kitchen when you saw me do it but when you woke up to get ready to go to work you saw dishes in the sink and its automatically my fault? Really? Like I wake up at 3 in the morning and make a four course meal when you know I go to sleep around that time. Really? You're gonna threaten to take my car keys, which by the way I pay the insurance for, because HE dirtied all the dishes. Really? Am I supposed to wait until five in the morning to clean the kitchen, after he eats? Really? For serious? Like on dot com status? I'm saying no.
Really? You're bored? So you call me? Am I supposed to amuse you or something? Do you want me to get a top hat and a cane and do a little dance for you? Is that what you were planning on accomplishing with this phone call? I hope not. F*ck you until further notice.
Really? You don't want me to move because you'll miss me? Really? F*ck you on so many levels right now.
Are you seriously being serious? You're gonna blame God, WHO YOU DON'T EVEN BELIEVE IN, about something that you got yourself into? Really? That is beyond stupid. You're gonna blame God for the SH*T you're in but you would make fun of me for believing in Him? Really? How does that work exactly, explain that to me. 'Do you believe in God' 'No but I blame Him for this mess I'm in. He hates me'. Right, because the decision you made is entirely His fault. You friggin idiot.
FOR REALS?! YOU'RE gonna ask ME when I'm gonna get a job? DOT COM SERIOUS???! Oh dear sir, dear sir. You have so much nerve. Wasn't it you that JUST lost YOUR job? Hm? Oh no it wasn't? No? You sure? Because I heard you got terminated, and from a very reliable source. Like, you lost your job so hard. And don't even claim that economy bullsh!t. You just f*cked up. Oh, but you have the night off? Did you seriously just tell me that? Do you think I'm stupid? Do I look retarded to you? You think I didn't notice that you were 'off work' all week? No? Right. Sure. You're a f*cking idiot. Stop smoking weed and get another job, you f*ck up.
Really? I'm antisocial? Like, you never see me? Right. Didn't we hang out all the time? Watching movies and tv and going to dinner? No? That wasn't us? I'm hallucinating? Really? You mean to tell me that before he moved in we didn't get along just fine? Seriously? You and you're selective memory can go kick rocks.
Dot com dot org serious? You're gonna stare SUPER hard at my friends for no reason? Really? You're gonna be all up in our conversation when you honestly have no idea what we're talking about? Who invited you into the conversation, cuz it certainly wasn't me. And then you're gonna tell us that WE need counseling because you think we're crazy when you weren't even supposed to be in our mix anyway? REALLY?! FOR SERIOUS?!?! Ok, how about this: go rape yourself with a 4x4 wrapped in barbed wire. How about that?
I'm done. Happy hunting ;)
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