AGHHHH!

The dishes have been piling up in M’s sink and of course she won’t wash them until the tower is higher than the one in fucking Piza. She has used every glass in the house except for one. She’s left one in the cupboard because I had a shit fit last time she used all of them and didn’t wash any. The funny thing is, she’s been reusing her travel coffee mug rather than just WASHING THE DISHES. My question, why can’t she reuse a regular glass instead of her coffee mug? Her thought process is more baffling than the chicken and the egg.

Thankfully, I haven’t seen her since I found out the big news about her moving. I decided to ask her to buy more toilet paper and liquid hand soap before she finds out that I know! I’m so devious. Of course, when I asked her to pick up the necessities, she responded with , “Can it wait until Friday, I’m broke!” Well, I’m not fucking buying the shit for the millionth time in a row, so I guess we’re not washing our hands till the end of the week. This is the second time that she has told me she doesn’t have enough money to afford toilet paper. The second time out of a total of THREE times that I’ve ever asked her. What the fuck would she do if I wasn’t here to provide my dollar bills to cleanse her fucking asshole? AGHHHH!!!