miscellaneous thoughts ✔

Hamper

Bruh. Why before I went to sleep I was washing clothes and my dad had jeans in the dryer right.

And so I needed to move the jeans out of the dryer because I had towels to put into the dryer. 

I asked my step if he had a hamper and she said no.

I sighed and in my mind was like fudge that means I'll have to use my hamper, which is some bs.

My dad has four or five hampers -maybe even six!- while I only have three. Every time he has to use my hamper I don't get it back because he never moves his freaking clothes out of it.

Anyway, I put his jeans in my hamper & put my towels in the dryer, then she's gonna say some: 

"Just put them in the hamper that's in the wash room and I'll take them upstairs."

Okay, cool, cool.

So I already had done that, so I just left the jeans in the hamper in the wash room, put my other clothes that needed washing in the washing machine.

I go upstairs and fall asleep because for some reason I am tired as heck even though I didn't really do anything.

I slept for two-three hours, woke up, re-dried my towels (my dryer is stupid so I had to do that), feed my dog, then start to head back upstairs.

When I am halfway up the steps I remember that my laptop and headphones are on the dining room table.

So I go into the dining room to get them, and there is a freaking sticky note on my laptop's screen.

The note says: "Fold the jeans into the basket please. Thanks!" 

BRUH! YOU TOLD ME TO PUT THEM IN THE GAMN BASKET AND YOU WOULD TAKE THEM UPSTAIRS. I DID THAT AND HAD BEEN SLEEP FOR TWO-THREE HOURS AT THAT POINT AND YOUR PETTY BEHIND STILL AIN'T PUT THE HAMPER UPSTAIRS.

How do I know she wrote the note? It's in her stupid handwriting, plus, my dad wouldn't have known that his jeans were in the dining room (I wouldn't have either because they were in the laundry room but okay, sips my good tea).

DO YOU SEE?? DO YOU SEE THE BS SHE BE ON?? AND THEN MY FRIENDS WONDER WHY I DON'T LIKE HER! SHE IS PETTY AF AND BE LYING LIKE SHIZ ALL THE MOTHERFRACKING TIME!!! 

SHE MAKES ME SO ANGRY!

That's not even the worst part. 

I peel the note off of my laptop's screen, take my laptop upstairs, get ready to walk my dog, when I hear a knock on my door.

It's her.

She asks me why I didn't fold the jeans yet.

I said because I just didn't do it yet.

So she tells me to give her my laptop and to go fold the jeans like she told me to hours ago.

BISH. YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ANYTHING! YOU WROTE SOMETHING DOWN ON A NOTE BCUZ UR LAZY BEHIND COULDN'T GO UPSTAIRS AND TELL ME TO DO IT. PLUS, IT'S BEEN TWO-THREE HOURS. 

I.

WAS.

ASLEEP!

WTH!

I ADMIT, I COULD'VE FOLDED THE JEANS QUICKER, AS IN RIGHT WHEN I SAW THE NOTE, BUT I WASN'T EVEN INFORMED THAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO FOLD SOME JEANS BEFORE WHEN WE FIRST SPOKE ABOUT THE JEANS.

SHE SHOULDA BEEN PUT THE JEANS UPSTAIRS.

P-E-T-T-Y! GAHHHH!!!

I FINALLY GOT MY LAPTOP BACK BECAUSE I TOLD MY DAD AND HE SAID SINCE I DID WHAT SHE SAID I COULD JUST TAKE IT BACK.

THAT'S WHY I POSTED THIS SO LATE.

I NEEDED TO DO MY HOMEWORK AND WRITE STORIES, SO I COULDN'T POST THIS CHAPTER.

SHE TOOK THE LAPTOP WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS. 

TWO MORE YEARS.

JUST TWO MORE YEARS UNTIL I'M FREAKING OUT OF HERE.

TWO. MORE.

THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE DAYS TIMES TWO.