Wrong time for me to have got out of the room, but I left you guys alone. He was watching the TV, you were walking around the house clad only in your 2 piece. I don't know if that classifies under grotesque. But it's like waking up and realizing the nightmare is not a dream, but the reality you're in.
Then you come up to the hall and mention out loud you're going to NYNY.
I roll my eyes. Are you really trying to make me feel jealous? That you're getting to eat at such good places, or get to enjoy such extravagant good food, while I have only but the house to scavenge for food?
Then you come up to me and ask if there's anything good to eat at New York New York.
And I look at you for 5 seconds, mumbling something like I wouldn't know, all the food's good there..
But for that 5 seconds, I look at your face and I wonder where do you get your guts from, what world do you live in, if you even have half a brain or the ability to feel for others other than yourself, and what accomplishment do you achieve?
Is there some daily objective schedule I'm missing everyday when I wake up?
1. Piss off boyfriend's sister.
2. Piss off boyfriend's mother.
3. Scatter powder all over floor and in cat's bowl.
4. Start whining and wake the whole house up.
Is that how it works? Just different things for different people? Is there such a thing? Where do you pick it up? The nearest news stand?
Sigh.
Then you come back, and again, I'm at the PC.. and you tell me to go watch this vampire movie because it's so cool and funny. And big brother comes walking in "the vampire's assistant, there's bound to be some sequel to it, just look at the ending..." And you continue saying how awesome it is, and that I should go catch it.
Cirque Du Freak?
Already did. Way before you did.
But all I do is just smirk at the PC screen, while you go around the house doing things and talking out loud about how funny it is, like as if I've really missed one hell of a great movie.
Why live, at this rate..
I might as well die.
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