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What. The. Flying. Fsck.
Last night, I didn't get to sleep until around 3:30 in the morning. Whatever. It happens all the time to me. So then around 7, I woke up and had to go downstairs to use the washroom. I'd been sleeping for all of about 3 + 1/2 hours, and wasn't even really awake; and within about three Go*damn seconds of me closing the door, Sarah comes out of her bedroom and knocks. Like she was waiting for me or something... which she probably was.
Sena: *irritated* Yeah?
Sarah: Um, do you have the phone upstairs?
Sena: *annoyed noise* Probably...
Sarah: Okay, well, could you bring it down, please?
Sena: Yeah...
Sarah: Well it's just, you know, it needs to charge.
Sena: I know...
Sarah: And if it doesn't, we won't have a phone today, so--
Sena: Sarah, I know!
This coming from the person who makes me keep the cordless upstairs with me at night when she sleeps out in the tent, so that she can call on her cell phone in case someone tries to break into her tent or something. Like she'd have the time, when she should be calling, you know, the police.
No. The real reason she wants the phone downstairs in the morning is that she has this stupid thing where she takes it into her bedroom, so that if anyone calls, she doesn't have to get up to answer it. (Which means that until around 12 or 1 when she finally gets up, I have no access to a phone...) There's another phone, dumbass! Even if the cordless did run out of power, you could use that if you weren't so effing lazy!
I, on the other hand, can't, as it's in her livingroom, which has a door, which is always locked up until she gets up for the day.
....
FUCK.
I am so pissed off right now, you have no idea.
Last night, I didn't get to sleep until around 3:30 in the morning. Whatever. It happens all the time to me. So then around 7, I woke up and had to go downstairs to use the washroom. I'd been sleeping for all of about 3 + 1/2 hours, and wasn't even really awake; and within about three Go*damn seconds of me closing the door, Sarah comes out of her bedroom and knocks. Like she was waiting for me or something... which she probably was.
Sena: *irritated* Yeah?
Sarah: Um, do you have the phone upstairs?
Sena: *annoyed noise* Probably...
Sarah: Okay, well, could you bring it down, please?
Sena: Yeah...
Sarah: Well it's just, you know, it needs to charge.
Sena: I know...
Sarah: And if it doesn't, we won't have a phone today, so--
Sena: Sarah, I know!
This coming from the person who makes me keep the cordless upstairs with me at night when she sleeps out in the tent, so that she can call on her cell phone in case someone tries to break into her tent or something. Like she'd have the time, when she should be calling, you know, the police.
No. The real reason she wants the phone downstairs in the morning is that she has this stupid thing where she takes it into her bedroom, so that if anyone calls, she doesn't have to get up to answer it. (Which means that until around 12 or 1 when she finally gets up, I have no access to a phone...) There's another phone, dumbass! Even if the cordless did run out of power, you could use that if you weren't so effing lazy!
I, on the other hand, can't, as it's in her livingroom, which has a door, which is always locked up until she gets up for the day.
....
FUCK.
I am so pissed off right now, you have no idea.
