Saturday, 9:00am
Mom: Yosei! Get up! We have a house showing at 2:30 today! WE'RE GONNA CLEAAAAANNNN!!!!
Me: FUCK.

(I'm damn tired of having to get up and clean every Saturday for the past four weeks. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE BUY OUR HOUSE? 'Kay, thank you!)

10:00am
Me: (after doing some cleaning, my tummy starts to protest and demand nourishment before going further in our cleaning activities) Fine, I'll eat that last apple in the fridge. That sounds good, I've been wanting to eat that since yesterday...
(sees the sister walk by with the last apple) DAMMIT!

10:01am
Me: Fine! If I can't have my apple, I'll just drink some coffee! Caffeine might help anyway and I'm getting fat. (Looks in the cupboard to find a serious LACK of cups) WTF?! (looks at the table where the sister has THREE separate cups ALL over half-full of coffee)

(rage-flips a table) (not really)

~Yosei~