as i go in the kitchen to get some food earlier,
this is what mi tells me…
can you clean up after yourself?
like wash your dishes and all that?”
reminded myself of not taking responsibility,
and then i said:
i’ll do that.
just make sure you don’t have my living room looking like a drug den.”
…and i walked off to the sound of crickets.
who the fuck was she talking too with that nonsense?
the amount of times i see:
– her dishes piled in the sink for days
– the living room looking a fuckin’ mess
– trash in the kitchen filled to the gaddamn brim
– other random shit on her end of the messy spectrum
…and she gonna come sideways over two dishes?
if she don’t take her ass on somewhere.
i’m realizing i’ve trained a lot of ungrateful animals.
that is the part that is my fault.