Pissy morning

YOU fucking woke me up by being self-centered and brutal. Sometimes I wonder why I love you.  I know you don’t think I do, but if I didn’t, you’d fucking know it for sure!!!!

This morning, I was sleeping fine until you decided you had to yank the blanket away from me, and then give me my body-length pillow back, WHICH I HAD NOT TAKEN FROM YOU EVEN THOUGH I USE IT EVERY NIGHT!!!!!!  Not only did you give me the pillow, but you yanked MY blanket out from under the pillow under my head, where I had used it to replace the body-length one. 

Louis came out then, but you can’t deal with Louis, so….you got me, Oscar, the nasty brat bastard.

I tried to wake you up SIX times in the past forty minutes.  Just now, you said, "It’s the first time I’ve slept in three nights, and you begrudge me a few extra minutes of sleep!"  I don’t begrudge you that.  I begrudge that I know I’M gonna catch hell if YOU miss your appointment this morning because YOU wouldn’t get your ass out of bed.

If you miss it, it will serve you right.  I don’t wanna hear you complain about it, and I will tell you so, as many times as necessary.  I don’t wanna deal with your accusations, so I won’t.  I tried six times.  You didn’t get up six times.  I made you fucking coffee.  It’s sitting there getting cold.

You are impossible to please.  Think about all these things if you ever want to know why Jack is out less and less these days.  Why should he be?  He’s not appreciated, so I will gladly step in for him.

Don’t like it?  MAKE SOME GODDAMNED CHANGES!  I know you’re sick, but that leaves you NO FUCKING EXCUSE to treat everyone like shit.

OSCAR