Continuing in the grand tradition of cutting off one's nose to spite one's face, I am again refusing to do dishes this weekend, for about the fourth in a row. I *HATE* that my kitchen, my beloved kitchen, is a disaster area, but my lazy ass brother refuses to help to the household chores, and therefore I refuse to pick up after him. He's home playing f*cking video games most days while I'm slogging away at an office job, and then he has the *balls* to complain that the kitchen is a mess? If he cares so much, he can effing get up off his arse and pitch in. Until then, I'm letting the fruitflies have their run of the place. After all, I have an office to go to every day, while he has to sit in the filth and breathe in the stench. If he hates it as much as he lets on, he can bloody well lift a finger to help clean it. Arse.
I have *f-cking* HAD it!
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