i'm about to cut a bitch up in this bitch.

i come home after an exhausting (but fun) day of travelling two and from new york twice in a 24 hour period. i open the door. you cannot walk through the little hallway to the rooms. why? he#1 has taken it upon herself to put all her recycling next to the bin? why? because the bin is full. but here's something. she doesn't know how to fold the boxes up. so she doesn't. and i can't get to my room without jumping over her boxes. i need to build a bridge. but he#1 is asleep. and doesn't understand that i loathe her very existence and that she is a slob who isn't even considerate. when i am sloppy, i don't mess up things for other people. i'm a considerate slob. this one can't even be messy correctly. so in my anger and talking to myself i go and snatch up all the boxes and put them in the recycling room. someone's getting a talking to. ps- the sink smells like spoiled milk because of her. cannot handle.

you are like some shitty messy inconsiderate mess making fucked up robot that the comies created to destroy me, right?