My sister has a bad habit of leaving her clothes in the laundry. She doesn't manage to get them taken care of in a timely manner. I only have two pairs of jeans. You can see where this becomes a problem, I hope.
And this is like every single time.
So I go to complain to my mother about this, and you know what she says? She says, "What about your room?" My room doesn't fucking get in the way of other people taking care of what they need to get done.
I hate her, sometimes, I really do.
Anyway, I'm off to bed now, and crying my way to sleep tonight. After five days of the most perfect mood.
I hate my life at times. :P