Almost by instinct, again, my heart told me something amiss. And again, I saw my just washed, wet laundry dumped on the sofa. For the 2nd time. My eyes turned into angry slits, angry fumes coming out of my ears accompanied by a snarl. Argh. Vexed me again, and again.

Tried to reason in my own mind. But nothing could ever truly calmed me down. That was just too much. After few minutes of calm talking by Sharon, I marched and ceremoniously dumped the whole lot of the retards' clothes onto the sofa. What vexed me most is that their clothes are actually HOT in the dryer and yet the person is retarded enough to take out my wet clothes from the dryer. I assumed that action is done just to spite me.

Yes, retard, you have managed to spite me. To vex me. To annoy me. Congratulations, you have just managed to make me your enemy. I dont consider having enemies, but there is always the first time of everything. Enough is enough. One time you are going to be sorry. Now is my turn. To spite and annoy you to no end. Hope you love my loud music, the flooded kitchen every so often and my favourite game of 'lets-find-the-missing-tv-remote-control. =) Oh and I hope you know the nearest laundry-o-mat too... that will come in handy. Especially since the fuse for the laundry machines is in my room. Just one thing though, dont let your precious little dog near me if you dont want it to be dead.

I mean it.

With love.