my life is forcing me to be angsty

Work was fine until the last hour. I got to get out of the damn red apron and be a normal employee and start closing duties. There was a lull, so I straightened new releases and took out the trash. Boss gets off break (2-10ers don't GET one), I tell her what I'd done, and she says "Why did you do new releases? Go do back trash and then help me on the library." So I do more trash, do my side of the library, and then go tell her I'm done. Her response? "Why do you keep asking me what needs to be done? You know this store just as well as I do." Very pissily. So I do my normal 'I'm annoyed at you' hand motion and walk off. Hello. You just yelled at me for doing my own thing, and now you want me to do my own thing? Fuck you.

Then I come home and Fam has once again fucked with all my stuff and piled crap that isn't EVEN MINE in my room, on my bed. Oh, sure. MY shit can't be out in the house, but she can fucking throw hers in whatever room she likes, ne? And then of course she does the thing that pisses me off the most: STOP SETTING EVERYTHING ON TOP OF MY LAPTOP. HAVE A LITTLE FUCKING RESPECT. IT IS FAR SMARTER AND COOLER THAN YOU WILL EVER BE. E V E R.

*sigh* There. I did it.
[/angsty bitch]

::EDIT 2:49 AM:: more quoting fun!
Rupe: I dunno, females tend to get more evil than males when they really put their minds to it
Me: remember, I feel guilty when I'm evil. I suck at being female.