a living nightmare
this morning it was raining so heavily and i don't have school today! what a perfect morning to sleep in.
BUT... i was shaken out of my slumber at 8am by something WAILING away outside my room. what in the fucking hell is that animal? at first i tried to ignore it and managed to drift off into a light sleep, only to be jolted awake again seconds later.
once my head cleared, it became apparent that the wailing was coming from an animal known as The Maid, aka The Number 1 Songstress of The House.
i lay in bed calmly, hoping that the wailing would go away. maybe she came across her favourite part of her favourite song, and just couldn't resist singing it. but no, she carried on.
i lay in bed getting a little agitated, still hoping that the wailing would go away. i could hear her mopping the floor. maybe she would slip and smash her head on the floor? but no, she carried on.
by now, i felt like punching something. i went out into the living room. she was mopping the floor, the radio was on, AND she had her earphones plugged in to her handphone and was listening to whatever fucking shit song that she was still belting out at full volume.
i told her to shut it, but she couldn't hear me over the fucking racket that was the radio + her wailing + her earphones. i walked right up to her. stop singing, i said through gritted teeth. if i hadn't clenched my jaw as hard as i had, the words would have came out more to the extent of STOP THAT FUCKING SINGING, but yea, self-control is a virtue.
she looked up from her mopping with such a puzzled expression on her face, like never in her wildest dreams she could have thought that anyone wouldn't love her beautiful singing. WELL, THE TRUTH IS ALWAYS PAINFUL, BITCH.
so there, i had slayed the beast. it was now time to go back to sleep. i lay down in bed... and couldn't sleep. FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUT... i was shaken out of my slumber at 8am by something WAILING away outside my room. what in the fucking hell is that animal? at first i tried to ignore it and managed to drift off into a light sleep, only to be jolted awake again seconds later.
once my head cleared, it became apparent that the wailing was coming from an animal known as The Maid, aka The Number 1 Songstress of The House.
i lay in bed calmly, hoping that the wailing would go away. maybe she came across her favourite part of her favourite song, and just couldn't resist singing it. but no, she carried on.
i lay in bed getting a little agitated, still hoping that the wailing would go away. i could hear her mopping the floor. maybe she would slip and smash her head on the floor? but no, she carried on.
by now, i felt like punching something. i went out into the living room. she was mopping the floor, the radio was on, AND she had her earphones plugged in to her handphone and was listening to whatever fucking shit song that she was still belting out at full volume.
i told her to shut it, but she couldn't hear me over the fucking racket that was the radio + her wailing + her earphones. i walked right up to her. stop singing, i said through gritted teeth. if i hadn't clenched my jaw as hard as i had, the words would have came out more to the extent of STOP THAT FUCKING SINGING, but yea, self-control is a virtue.
she looked up from her mopping with such a puzzled expression on her face, like never in her wildest dreams she could have thought that anyone wouldn't love her beautiful singing. WELL, THE TRUTH IS ALWAYS PAINFUL, BITCH.
so there, i had slayed the beast. it was now time to go back to sleep. i lay down in bed... and couldn't sleep. FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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