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Miss Thing [Quick Rant] in Current Events

  • Jan. 31, 2023, 6:38 p.m.
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I almost chose violence with my roommate. Ok, not actually. It took a conscious effort to not pick her up off the counter and put her in a playpen.

I was making curries for dinner, it was less than 20 minutes away from being done. She barges into the kitchen, aggressively gets in my way to climb the counter to get chips. Then a plate for salsa. She leaves the cupboard doors open. Then leaves me the mess. She does this moment she smells food and wonders why she eats small portions for breakfast, lunch and diner. Miss I just don’t have much of an appetite.

I had to bite my tongue because I almost snapped. At least say excuse me you ugly balding bitch!

Now she isn’t eating diner. She is going to eat another bag of chips at 8:30 pm, then ice cream at midnight and I know this because she will leave the mess for me. Miss I want a break from processed foods. She went outside, back to back, to do bong rips while I’m cleaning up after the mess she also left in the living room. Now she’s hiding in her room because there’s tension. I stood there like an agitated mother with my arms crossed, holding my wooden spoon, and stared her down while she got in my way.

We’re the same age, I just turned 37 and she is turning 17. What a fucking child. Spoils her appetite before diner because she has no self-control. Couldn’t wait for diner. Miss I eat diner at 8:30 pm because I’m not hungry when I get home from work. Does bong rips morning through night because that’s her level of emotional intelligence. Miss I can’t sleep.

I was getting flashbacks of the boxing footage she showed me from her class. Her sparring. It makes sense now. As soon as the bell rings she attacks. Everyone else, absolutely everyone else, dances around and takes a few swings first. I thought it was strategy but it’s just no self-control. Miss I wish I had more self-control

Sometimes it is projection when I am agitated with her, yes, but sometimes it’s just good old frustration.

The lease is sitting on the table for us to renew. I feel stuck with her because I didn’t get that full-time position I applied for. Ugh. I been bitchy since I quit coffee. I should just not give a fuck and let it rip.


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