Then, after school, he asked me if we could go get the new Mario Kart game for the Wii that he's been jonesing for. When I replied that we can probably get it sometime in the near future but not today, well that fucking clinched it. Oh, and he had his piano lesson today. Maximum lid-flippage mode was officially achieved.
When we got home, he stomped up to his room and slammed the door. Then I heard the door open, momentarily, and then slam shut once again. When I trotted upstairs to see what the shit all this repeat slammage was about, this is what I found on his door:
I love that, as fucking pissed-off as he was, he still managed to come up with the cutest fuck-you-face possible. No amount of crabbiness can squelch that boy's love of all things kawaii.
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I'm going to copy Mr. Z's sign for my office door. Even if I just partially close it, I have a parade of folks streaming in asking "are you okay?"
Why does that question make me want to rip their heads off?
Methinks I might have a bit of the crabbiness myself.
Nora, I've always found that if you follow up a question like "Are you okay?" with "Fuck off!," people tend to leave you alone. Give it a try.
I did that once when I was 5. I think added "I hate you." I'm not at all affected by that episode, but somehow its a good thing my mother lives 6 hours away.
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