Insolent Insects
Recently, there have been way too many little things that just piss me off. Really, they’re small, but they get me really, really annoyed.
First thing is people calling me for no reason at Project T. Like really, while I’m down at Globe and Mail and cutting durians in front of their building hoping that security guards don’t kick us out, my mom calls me. What in bloody hell? She knows that I’m busy doing something and she calls me to ask me why I didn’t answer my phone when my dad called it. Gee, I guess I really have time to answer parents who know I’m busy cutting durian open for five raving mad teams.
And then there was after the race. Adwin called me on my cell to tell me that he was coming back with a team in fifteen minutes. Okay, that’s nice, not that I needed to know, but meh. I kinda wanted to say that, but I didn’t think he’d call again. So he calls again and tells me that he’s coming in two minutes. Nothing else. By this time, I was pissed but I didn’t think he’d call back again. A minute later, he calls back again asking where the teams go? How the hell was I supposed to know? I ran past everything to the white house once I got back to do flyers and stuff! Honestly? Couldn’t the teams just figure it out! And there was 90 cents gone on my account! Sorry, but that was not the greatest time in the world to call, and it was really, really unnecessary.
Another thing that really pisses me off is my sister’s really, really shitty attitude. Sorry, that was really the only word I could think of to describe it. There isn’t a day that goes by without her pissing me off in some way because of her superiority complex at home. Things like talking back to my parents. Every answer she gives to them she seems like she’s been offended. And whenever they call her on it, she says what she “meant.” Honestly, what the hell? Ever since she started going to Hosanna and started fitting in, it’s been nothing but “I’m cool and I’m serving and I’m totally awesome.” Yeah, that attitude doesn’t show up at church, but I don’t berate my dad for mispronouncing Aletheia or Oriole Park.
Sorry mate.
I blew some odd-dollars or so trying to figure out what the F happened with the clues and what the F to do about the teams that got lost on their way to SLM.
But seriously, you could have bloody told me to not call again and that I dont need to call you.
I think I shitted everyone’s day by calling them and telling them where the bloody hell I was and confirming this shit and that shit.
Being responsible or safe doesn’t pay anymore.
So sorry once again.
Have a nice life.
I was going to tell you but I didn’t think you’d call again.
Anyway, s’okay. Just everything going on at once in the white house crazy stuff. It was also that I didn’t think I was the person you should have been calling anyway.
your sister is going through puberty. leave her alone. good luck living with all her mood swings and other crap. maybe cousin from red deer is going to pay her a visit, you know? this really shouldn’t be a public comment.