I go into the kitchen. I take some advil because I'm cramp. I see Mikel's melted slurpee that he never drinks (He'll get it, stop drinking it until almost to the bottom, and then leave it there to melt, and then throw it away), they are watching a movie. I take a sip, and I take my medicine.
And according to them[Mikel+Jen], now I have to clean the living room.
"You could've just had water"
Was their reasoning of why I now have to clean the living room. I wouldn't be so pissed off if it wasn't my day for dishes, and I had to clean the ******** kitchen.
No. ******** you, you lazy pieces of s**t. I'll pay for my sip, I'm doing a goddamn ******** thing for you; besides, if I had charged you for every ******** time I made something delicious like brownies or cake or cookies, or got you a drink when I was in the kitchen anyway, or any other ******** little thing, I think I can be let off for taking a sip out of your little drink.
Cunts.
