Get your own freakin’ chair
Today I got hoome from rush to find KC in my chair. It is a grean, plush, comfy chair. Not to be shared. Some things can be shared, like tv’s or coffee makers or fridges or microwaves. Not my chair.
I thought that maybe she just didn’t wanna get up when I came home b/c it woulda been an awkward “I caught you” kinda moment. So I went to shady schnucks. I thought she would get out of it before I got back. She didn’t.
When I got back she still had not moved from my chair. I wanted to slap that bitch! She also invited me to come sit with her and watch tv. Where the FUCK woud I sit?
Mom says I need to confront her. I think some passive agressiveness might do her some good though…
(below is a crafty picture I took of her in my chair)
3 years ago • Notes