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It's not like it was a fucking hard request. Not complicated.
In a couple hours, when you're done playing your FPS game, bring me my pills, the inhaler, and the cup off my desk full of juice.
You claim you actually remembered... but didn't do it because I was sleeping. Uhuh. Coughing every two minutes = sleep in your head. Really. Nice to know. I pointed this out, you changed it to 'resting'. Funny, if you were worried about me resting, you'd think that doing something to keep me from coughing constantly, something that showed you actually remembered I existed, something comforting, would have been a good idea, right?
And fuck, there's TWO of you, surely one of you would have had enough brain cells to think that just maybe, the best thing to do to keep the Jax happy would be to obey the ONE fucking order she's given that night, hmm?
*sigh* Yeah, I'm just ranting, it's not like I can change what happened, and gods know it's not like you two are going to do anything different the next time. I'm hurting, I'm pissed, and I feel like I've been ignored, which is pretty much on the top of the list of things I hate.
Hell, I didn't even get an apology. You acted like you were doing me a favor. And then, "I couldn't carry the other bottle, I'll go get it while you take these," and five minutes later I end up having to go out and get it myself.
Seriously. I know it's just a little thing, but damn. Can you make me feel any less important? I go out, and you won't even hand me the fucking bottle right away, you're too busy flying on your fucking gryphon mount. Gee, thanks.
Ok, I'm done ranting. Like I said, I'm not expecting much of anything to happen. I would like an apology out of you, Puppy, and I wouldn't mind one out of you, Caleb, but I'm not particularly optimistic right now.
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