Why I'm never caffeine free

The tea is brewing in the kitchen. Until I get some of that past my lips I will be stuck in pissy bitch mode. So, since I'm typing this while I wait, you all get to read a bit of my ranting. Sorry in advance. Sort of.

There are three people in this world that I don't feel bad about hating with every fiber of my being. One of the is the fucking maid, who struck again today. I hate her for several reasons: First of all, she doesn't like me. Every time I open my mouth I can see her off by the mop water, rolling her eyes and muttering about me under her weezy, nightmarish breath. She tries to get me to stop talking when Fam and I are fighting. Some day I am going to look at her and lose it and say something along the lines of "look, you fat bitch, you're paid to clean my toilet, not give advice on how to deal with teenagers. You're quite possibly more inept than my aunt." Only I doubt it will be so kind.

I'm sorry; I don't give a damn what kind of hard life you had. Mine's been no piece of cake, but you don't see me holding it over everyone, going "look how I suffered! I sacrificed my education to keep my younger siblings alive, and now I clean floors and kiss rich ass for a living." Next time someone tries to explain away your ignorant behavior by telling me your sob story I'm going to punch them and go "well, don't pay attention to that; I was abused." I mean really. GAH!

I also hate the circumstances that arise when she's around:
1) She cleans my room. NO ONE GOES IN MY ROOM. NO ONE BUT ME CLEANS MY ROOM. You'd think my family would like the fact that I am a person who is actually capable of cleaning up after herself, but NO. We get into a fight literally every week about whether or not her fat ass should be let in to mop my floor. She has broken too many things in my room already. And she never sweeps under the bed. I'd rather keep my remaining decor intact, but no. "The. Floor. Must. Be. Swept. Open. The. Door." -The Mgmt

2) To clean my room, she wakes me up at 8 AM. Just barges in and starts cleaning. And every time this happens I throw her out so I can fucking get DRESSED. And next week...there she is again! She doesn't get it.

3) I have to listen to her breathing. Sometimes, when she pauses, I dream that she's had a heart attack.

Now that I think about it, I don't actually HATE the following people. One is evil, the other is annoying.

The second person is a girl who earned my dislike. And I used to feel bad about it...but she's hurt too many of my friends now for me to have any scrap of guilt. Personality-wise she's fine, but she has no morals whatsoever. And so her actions end up hurting people I care about...and BAM.

The third person is the most annoying customer at my store. He's this short, balding, fat guy in glasses who's loud and tries to talk to you about movies. I'm sorry; I know NOTHING about movies. So that makes it a little difficult for us to converse. He mostly leaves me alone, now, but he bugs my co-workers and stays in the store holding up the line until I've developed an eye twitch. He's one of those people who tries to hard to be a movie critic. He spews all those cliche words around when discussing plot, knows every director, etc...but you can tell he doesn't really get it (as much as you can get Hollywood...I can't think of a better way to say this; he focuses on movies because he has no life. I think I need to put the lot of you in a room with him and see how long it takes for one of you to slice his throat to shut him up. I'll bet on ten minutes.

Also, I still have no laptop. Or DSL. And my lovely plan to go to sleep early? Failed. I slept LESS than usual because I kept freaking being woken up by things.

OOOH, wait! The DSL just came! I'mma go sugar the tea and get it set up.

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::EDIT::
I wonder why it never occured to either me or Amber to check and see if we had a fucking ethernet adapter on the big comp?

::goes off to see if anything can be done::

::EDIT 8PM::
I have decided. This day is DETERMINED to suck.