Last night, M came home with a Blackberry Curve. B and I both have one, so naturally, she needs one. This, of course, absolutely enrages me. She is just throwing her extra loan money away on phones and clothes and acne cream. HELLO!? That money is supposed to be spent on paying the loan back since you can’t afford to make those payments! It seems odd that she has missed 4 days of work in the last 7 but can still buy a brand new smart phone. She is such a wise girl.
She also bought the phone because I had been gloating about how great Blackberry Messenger is and how B and I talk on it pretty much constantly throughout the day. I think she feels that if she also had it, we would talk to her more. Ain’t gonna happen! B doesn’t even have her on her list and I only have her because I was the one that was forced to show her how to use it.
In other news, when I woke up, M’s room was dark and the door was closed. This is a tell-tale sign that she is still snoozing away, well past her wake up time. So, I wake her up, as usual.
I knock.
M: I know! I’m up! I am going to be late!
So, I assume she means late by a few moments – she is up, she just needs to get ready. Then, fifteen minutes later, as I am leaving the house, I notice that her light is still not on. She hasn’t actually gotten out of bed yet. And so…
I knock.
SS: Um, You’re not getting up!
M: Yeah, I am gonna go in an hour late today…”
JESUS CHRIST!!! Why is she such a disaster?
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