You know. I’m getting real tired of my brother being a dick to me. He’s always like “When’d you get up? 4?” as if that has anything to do with anything. If this baby is whaling and I have to hold it and take care of it when my brother is already off work and we’re keeping it past the time that they said they’d pick it up (which happens every time) then I have a right to be pissed off. Don’t make in fun of me for waking up at 4 when I didn’t actually. Like you’re a fucking dick. I don’t care if you wake up at 3 AM to be a security guard like that’s your choice and if I had a job where I had to wake up at 3 AM then I’d do it too. I’m not going to feel bad for you or praise you because you wake up at 3. Like fuck you. Your solution to the baby crying to lock it in a room upstairs where you can’t hear it crying and ignore it and “toughen it up”. You’re a fucking loser.
Some days I wish I hadn’t even gotten out of bed. Going back to school and dealing with my classes is looking pretty good right about now. Pretty damn good.
