It's 3:37 a.m. I'm up because someone, not naming names, but his team rhymes with "The Dolts," snores.
This is normally not that big of a problem, since we have more than one bedroom. I can just go to the one that isn't shut off (and thus has heat), and sleep there.
Except that someone else slept there on Saturday, because he played poker and smelled of cheap Anheuser products and cigarettes. He stripped that bed on Sunday and I washed the sheets (because they sat in a pile in the kitchen for a period of time that indicated that if I didn't do it, they may sit there for a while).
He told me on Sunday he'd make that bed on Monday.
He told me on Monday he'd make that bed on Tuesday.
It's 3:30 on Wednesday morning, and I just got through making that bed so I'd have someplace to sleep that isn't right next to a freight train.
But not before I woke him up to explain how displeased I was.
And, as I type this, Mr. Dolts Fan is asleep again.
At least my displeasure does not stress him unduly.
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That's sad and overall I agree with you, but I have to disagree with some of your wording. I have to say that you hate laziness, in particular, the parts of humanity that disgusts you. I agree with the rest, but since I am a "man", I can't agree with the title. I have met/dated women just like this. It's sad. Perhaps I should write my own blog and title it "Girls are Stupid". It may not be true, but it gets attention... at least through Google searches for I hate my life.
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