I.DONT.WANT.TO.DO.DISHES.

Seems like i’ve been the one to do the dishes since we moved minus maybe two or three times….

I understand she works 12-9 everyday, but she gets up at 8am..WHAT DO YOU DO FROM 8 TO 12!? Instead of doing a 3 hour p90X workout (WHICH PS, wont work and hasn’t if you stuff your face with a big bag a chips A NIGHT and 10 tablespoons of peanut butter as a snack) do the fucking dishes… or take out the fucking trash…or pick up the fucking living room.

AND JUST BECAUSE you had ONE SHITTY customer doesn’t mean you have to come home in a big huff and puff, slam the door (which ps. YOU FORGET TO LOCK), and then go to your room and yell at your parents for it - fuck. iT’S PAYLESS you work at the low-end shoe store which caters to low-income, natives, support payment people…THEY’RE ALL GOING TO BE SHITTY AND PISSED OFF PEOPLE because their kids shoes that cost 9.99 aren’t on sale for 9.25 OR because you forgot to ask for their (obviously) native status cards.

THANK YOU.

that is all.