She sleeps so late…

God, couldn’t she sometime consider what I want? Once. Just… once. That’s all I’m asking.

Bitch.

I mean, it’s not exactly like I can leave her. I wish I could, I wish I could, I wish I could.

Ugh. I’m getting fat. I wouldn’t be, if she’d just get her lazy butt OUT OF BED . Maybe I could set the alarm for a few minutes ahead, pretend I somehow accidentally set it… Ayep. Yeah. ‘Cause she’ll fall for that.

...she needs a haircut.

I love her and all, but people give me weird looks because of her. I wanted to get the surgery, but she thought it was too risky. And now look! I could be cleaning, showering, running… anything other than laying here…

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AAAAARRRGH ! I. Can’t. Take it. Anymore. I don’t care if I’m in a wheelchair the rest of my life, I’m getting us unattached. This isn’t working. I’m going crazy! She’s lazy, a slob, unmotivated! A parasite on my life, literally! If it takes a chainsaw, I swe—-

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Hey, I wonder if I can reach those skittles from here?