Mom doesn’t realize it but she drives faster whenever she’s angry at something. Then again, I commit the same crime, but on lesser terms, I just slam doors harder, talk louder, and turn redder. See? I don’t put anyone in danger, except perhaps if you so happen to walk through the door when I just lost in a bet. That shouldn’t kill you. It isn’t supposed to, perhaps just a couple of bruises and you’ll be fine in a day or two, save for that red line on your face. Ah, sorry. Didn’t mean for that to happen. I keed. On the contrary, I don’t slam doors. Also, I don’t ever get that upset when I lose in a bet. I’d be bloody emo that’s all. No biggie.
Lately someone flagged the red zone when he called me up at bloody seven in the morning to tell me about cancelling an appointment we did not even set. It is one thing to screw with my sleeping hours, but it is another to guilt trip me into doing something I didn’t even need to be obliged to, to begin with. Bah, you’re a patient. So you shouldn’t be loitering about, spreading germs to your precious friends. I know it isn’t fun to be at home all the time, deprived from your ride, but understand this; you’re effing sick. So do us all a huge favor and stay quarantined. Know that others share my sentiments and sigh at your inconsideration.
In that moment, I was angry. What did I do? I slept till noon.
Roti naan for dinner,
Vonnie S.
Lately someone flagged the red zone when he called me up at bloody seven in the morning to tell me about cancelling an appointment we did not even set. It is one thing to screw with my sleeping hours, but it is another to guilt trip me into doing something I didn’t even need to be obliged to, to begin with. Bah, you’re a patient. So you shouldn’t be loitering about, spreading germs to your precious friends. I know it isn’t fun to be at home all the time, deprived from your ride, but understand this; you’re effing sick. So do us all a huge favor and stay quarantined. Know that others share my sentiments and sigh at your inconsideration.
In that moment, I was angry. What did I do? I slept till noon.
Roti naan for dinner,
Vonnie S.
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