lucabrasi

ARGH! That pushes me right over the fucking edge! I'm home in Philadelphia for the summer having just graduated from college and killing time until I go to Alaska. While I'm here I share a room with my brother who has no respect for anything. The first thing I did when I got home was spend three hours cleaning up the mess of a fucking room that he had created. Clothes (clean and dirty) strewn all over the floor. I did all the laundry, organized everything into drawers, etc. Every day I spend about 15 minutes straightening up the clothes that he dumps on the floor, the soda can and bottled waters that he's drank less than half of. Last night I'm going to bed and I notice one of my pillows is on the floor and fucking soaked. I couldnt figure out why, I figured it was his fault, but i just put it out to dry and went to bed. This morning I'm doing my daily straightening up when I pick up a plastic bag which dumps water ALL over my leg. The kid had gotten an ice pack for his ankle and then decided to leave the ice pack.... on the floor. And then decided to add to the floor, my pillow. I can't handle this. End rant.

Say something to make me not have an anuersym.