March 6th, 2008


can't wait 'til she's gone

"i can't find one of my plates. they were here yesterday. do you know where it is."

yes, bridget, i keep track of all our dishes, thanks for bothering me at work.

but, wait! now i hear she thinks i did something with it. ha! yes, i hid it under my bed, because that's such a terrible thing to do! man, i got you good, fucker! would i really come clean to you if i did something to your stuff? how fucking stupid are you?

apparently you've planned on moving out for months; why not pack your shit in advance? life is hard. i know. boo hoo.