Yes, I got back from work, left before you, got back after you. I might be a little bit tired. I may even get upset when after I say hello, you completely rag on me about how "I stole your pants from your room." Then, when I tell you I told mom that I was missing a pair and she took them and put them in the wash, thinking they were mine, don't continue to bitch at me. Then, when I ask you if you have a pair of my pants in your room, don't say no and continue to bitch at me. Finally, once I decide that i don't need to listen to this, don't get all offended when i decide to remove myself from the situation by going upstairs.
I get it... you said you didn't have my pants in your room. It's not like I asked you to rip off your balls and shove them up your ass. I asked you to look to see if they wound up in your room by accident. You said no. I said ok, so they must be somewhere else. You don't need to go upstairs and make a big deal about how they aren't in your room. And then start yelling at me because "I went into your room and stole your pants that you wear each day."
1. I didn't go into your room, mom did.
2. Stop yelling at me.
3. We have pairs of pants that are the same size. I know that you're pissed off that I got in shape, and can run more than you, etc, but stop being a little bitch.
Oh ya... and in response to some quotes of yours:
"So you wouldn't want me wearing a pair of your pants for a week?"
Didn't you start this pissy fit because "I took your pants out of your room?
"You were upset about it all last night."
No... I was "upset" about going to a restaurant that served almost exclusively beef, and was a little tired. I could have stayed home and slept, but then I would be whined at all day by you (like you still do for me not skipping a test to come home for mom's birthday. really stop it...). And your whiny "guess what we got mom," and me asking you what, and you saying I have to guess, and me saying no (because I wasn't in the mood to play your stupid game), and you whining and stomping off didn't help either. Sure, I didn't enjoy myself as much as I could have because we went out at a ridiculously late time (9:00) and I usually go to bed at around 10... so I was just a smidgen tired.
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It doesn't help that I'm tired from a long day at work either.