You know what pisses me off a hella lot? Having to get up.
It's really the root of all my problems. I hate it when my brother runs around in my bedroom flicking me off, but it's not necessarily the insult that I hate, it's the fact that I have to get up so that I can beat the living crap out of him. =P
My parents are always asking me to do it too. They want me to do the dishes, so I gotta get up to go do that. Then I gotta get up for dinner or to go get dinner. Rawr. Even at school. I have to get up to go to the cafeteria with my friends and I have to get up to let a friend have her book and I have to get up to make room for one of my man-lovers. Jeese. It's a never ending cycle. My ass is gonna fall off.
This entry is a joke,
luv.james
