A couple weeks back, the moron was attempting to file his unemployment claim on the phone, and was failing at doing so. So, of course, I was appointed to help him file the claim online...even though he seems to kind of know how to use the internet. Nope. Needs me, for some dumb reason. When he asked, I was doing exercises in my room and was a bit underdressed. Since he chose this time to ask for help, he needed to wait a few minutes for me to pause my workout (yay DDR!) and put on a t-shirt over my tanktop. Went to help him, and he was on the phone, so I hung out nearby until he got up. I fired up my internet and was waiting for his dumb ass to show me what site to go to...he chose to throw things around in the garage and leave the house while muttering angrily about something. Ooookay. Guess he didn't want help ( Read more... )

Dear members of the house,
I apologize that I have come back home sick with a godawful cough. Trust me, I didn't want it...but it managed to find me, like a lost puppy finds a hot dog vendor. Please do not yell at me because I'm coughing day and night; I have no control over this illness and thus am not coughing just for fun or to annoy you. I assure you, I don't want to cough any more than you want to hear me cough. It is apparent that Robitussin and Halls cough drops are only taking the edge off the illness, but that's really all I can afford to take since I have no insurance (I know I mention that a lot, but it factors in to a lot of issues). So, if you don't want to wait the days/weeks/months it takes for my suspected bronchitis to clear up, you can pony up the money for a visit to the doctor. Otherwise, STFU.

I'm hoping to the gods this isn't or does not become pneumonia, or else I'm totally screwed.
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No love,
darkcambion

Dear moron,
Yes, my mother accidentally hit one of your Shitmobiles last week when trying to back her car up...it wouldn't have happened if you'd move your damn cars so she'd have room to maneuver the car up the driveway. She kindly admitted it since it ripped some of the paint off (I congratulated her on a job well done as far as the paint nicks).

That being said, please do not accuse me of knowing who "really" caused the damage and just withholding said information from you. No, I'm not just blaming it on my mother. No, the oil delivery truck did not ram your car because you hate the company who supplies our oil. No, my boyfriend didn't hit your car. No, I did not witness when the car was actually struck. No, someone who hates you didn't make a trip up here to nick two inches of paint off the front of the car. "Someone" does not know "something"; I don't know what the hell you want me to say, but do not imply that I'm lying when I'm telling you the truth. Kindly go die in a fire.
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No love,
Darkcambion