Oh, yeah.
I friggin' hate my step dad. His workshop is right under my bedroom. As I was drifting off to sleep: 'RUHRUHRUHRUHRUH,' of the drill [maybe that wasn't the sound it made, but I improvised]. I tried to see if I could ignore it, but the harder I tried the noisier it got. I figure my step dad knew I was trying to sleep, and wanted to piss me off, you never know. So after about 30 minutes, I go down stairs and ask him, nicely, to stop. If I didn't want him to go running to my mom, I'd have said: "DO YOU NOT FUCKING KNOW THAT I'M TRYING TO SLEEP YOU IMBECILE?!" But it probably wouldn't have worked out to well. Oh, well.
Man, I need a job. But I'm too lazy.
♥Norie
×Hates×
Violence. Drugs. Alcohol. Insecurity. Summer. Annoying people.