*Doesn't Have a Hammer, Sadly*
Dear roommate -
It is 1.30 on a Monday night. So why in god's name:
(I may or may not have a FUCKTON of work to do. It is DEAD WEEK. I am STRESSED. I get BITCHY when I'm stressed. Which is no excuse for this kind of bullshit. Grrrrrrrrr. Angry Zephra is angry. ETA: so angry I apparently I cannot spell my own name.)
It is 1.30 on a Monday night. So why in god's name:
- Is your annoying philosophy major friend sitting on our floor?
- Are you playing a guitar?
(I may or may not have a FUCKTON of work to do. It is DEAD WEEK. I am STRESSED. I get BITCHY when I'm stressed. Which is no excuse for this kind of bullshit. Grrrrrrrrr. Angry Zephra is angry. ETA: so angry I apparently I cannot spell my own name.)