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hand holding
Jun. 2nd, 2006 12:08 pmHey. Wake up. I need your help.
Huh? What time is it?
*tells me the time. it's a half an hour before my five hour minimum of sleep.*
Can it wait a half an hour?
No. Wake up.
What's going on?
I need three documents that are at least five years old. *walks away*
What the...? You don't need me for that. Look in the cabinet. *pauses* Hey? Hello?! What the fuck...
- five minutes pass -
Hey! Get up! I need your help. *starts to walk away*
Stop walking away. I'm trying to talk to you.
I'm in a hurry.
Did you look in the cabinet?
No. I don't know where anything is in there.
I don't either.
Just get up and help me.
You don't need my help for this. Just look in the cabinet.
*whines angrily* I don't know how you have it organized.
Neither do I.
Whatever. Fine. Just go back to bed. *stomps off*
*closes eyes but is far too annoyed to fall back asleep. throws on bathrobe and walks to kitchen. proceeds to pull labeled files out of cabinet and throw them on kitchen floor*
Which folder would they be in? *standing and staring uselessly*
I don't know. But you didn't need me for this.
I don't know where anything is in there.
I already told you - neither do i. *finds folder labeled 1998-2000 in about one minute.* Here. *starts to walk off*
Oh. Thanks. Where's my social security card?
Did you look in the safe?
Yeah.
Then I don't know.
I need it. Where is it?
Jesus Christ dude! What do you not understand about 'I don't know'?
Fine. I guess I'll keep looking.
*returns to bedroom, closes door, and waits to hear car drive off before screaming obscenities.*
he does shit like this all the time. i'm sick of his ass waking me up so i can do something for him which he is perfectly capable of doing for himself. what, he couldn't take the one minute to look on his own before waking me up? it's bullshit. it's disrespectful, obnoxious, bullshit. if we aren't a couple anymore i'm sure as hell not going to put up with being his god damned mother.
Huh? What time is it?
*tells me the time. it's a half an hour before my five hour minimum of sleep.*
Can it wait a half an hour?
No. Wake up.
What's going on?
I need three documents that are at least five years old. *walks away*
What the...? You don't need me for that. Look in the cabinet. *pauses* Hey? Hello?! What the fuck...
- five minutes pass -
Hey! Get up! I need your help. *starts to walk away*
Stop walking away. I'm trying to talk to you.
I'm in a hurry.
Did you look in the cabinet?
No. I don't know where anything is in there.
I don't either.
Just get up and help me.
You don't need my help for this. Just look in the cabinet.
*whines angrily* I don't know how you have it organized.
Neither do I.
Whatever. Fine. Just go back to bed. *stomps off*
*closes eyes but is far too annoyed to fall back asleep. throws on bathrobe and walks to kitchen. proceeds to pull labeled files out of cabinet and throw them on kitchen floor*
Which folder would they be in? *standing and staring uselessly*
I don't know. But you didn't need me for this.
I don't know where anything is in there.
I already told you - neither do i. *finds folder labeled 1998-2000 in about one minute.* Here. *starts to walk off*
Oh. Thanks. Where's my social security card?
Did you look in the safe?
Yeah.
Then I don't know.
I need it. Where is it?
Jesus Christ dude! What do you not understand about 'I don't know'?
Fine. I guess I'll keep looking.
*returns to bedroom, closes door, and waits to hear car drive off before screaming obscenities.*
he does shit like this all the time. i'm sick of his ass waking me up so i can do something for him which he is perfectly capable of doing for himself. what, he couldn't take the one minute to look on his own before waking me up? it's bullshit. it's disrespectful, obnoxious, bullshit. if we aren't a couple anymore i'm sure as hell not going to put up with being his god damned mother.
