I just spent two hours working on a really nice and informative blog post, and as soon as I hit submit... POOF! It is just gone. I am super, super peeved.
When was the last time you wanted to just throw a tantrum?
Both sinks were full of dirty dishes for the n^nth time. But I didn't want the glass shrapnel to hurt my friends, so I restrained myself from just going ape on it all.
Argggggh. I am in a similar situation because I am the only person in my apartment that does dishes, even though I use the least amount of them out of anyone else here. I was busy for a couple of days and now the kitchen is a complete pile of filth with almost every single dish I own dirty.
You should come over to my apartment and clean my kitchen since you dislike dirty ones so much. I will pay you and take you to Denver for, um, some sort of fun activity!
I was super pissed when Denethor made Faramir lead all those noble and brave men of Gondor out in a vainglorious and completely futile assault on Osgiliath.
I always type up major posts/blog entries/whatever in Word or some other program, just to prevent that from happening.
And, uh, I haven't been very mad lately. Just exhausted.
It's worse than it sounds. One guy, out of eight, makes the mess. Everybody else cleans their stuff after they use it. And, worst of all, he uses OTHER PEOPLE'S STUFF and doesn't clean it. Then, when we finally get him to do something other than smurf around like a mopey retard, he mutters under his breath "I'm always doing the washing up...". HE'S DONE IT ONCE. AND THAT WAS WHEN WE MADE HIM.
ALSO ALSO ALSO: when confronted on his massive dickheaded delusions, he claimed that it was all "communal stuff" as if that somehow meant he was allowed to use it and not wash it.
I'm actually happy that we all looked at houses together, then told him we didn't want to live with him. Take that, you moron.
Noooooo, I was looking forward to a new blog post, I was just reading your blog. Was it the Manga to Nook one? ;_;
I feel like throwing a tantrum when I perfectly sew up a project, only to find out I did half of it inside out so the back of the fabric is showing on one side, and I have to spend an hour ripping out stitches!
Wait, Mandee, are you not updating LJ anymore? What's your new blog? I think you mentioned recently that you had something on blogspot but didn't give a link.
What makes me angry is that I share the bathroom with three younger siblings and they are all gross and none of them clean it. It is a war zone. I am the only one who will replace the toilet paper. Sometimes when I'm feeling spiteful I'll just use my parents' bathroom until one of them cracks and a new roll appears. I feel more disgusting when I get in the shower than when I get out. It's hard, but I can't just clean it or they'll expect me to do it every time and it's very important that the chores stay balanced in our house. The boys don't want to take the trash out because it's full of girly things, which is understandable. My cousin/sister just leaves her pads unrolled and exposed when she disposes of them, so it's an icky job. It seems to have gotten better now that I'm only home one weekend out of the month and they can't blame it on me.
Another thing that makes me rage is when my brother accuses me of stealing some random snack of his and demands I pay him back. Once a root beer went missing (I still don't know who did it) and he kept demanding his 65 cents back from me. I was like "gtfo I didn't steal your " and he threw a tantrum and my parents got in on it and asked me to give him his money back and I yelled at them and slammed the door in my mom's face. This was just a year ago, I was seventeen and he was fourteen. It was extremely childish of both of us. I'm glad I spent a year four hours away from the house to grow up.
Be happy!
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