Wednesday, May 21, 2008

What, Was There A Rift In The Space-Time Continuum?

How hard is it to be on time? I mean really, how fucking hard is it? I don't think I've developed a fucking stutter in the last week so when I said I had someone coming over at 1pm and I had to be at work at 4pm was I unclear? Did I start speaking in tongues without realizing it? Because somehow you managed to make me late TWICE!
I know it's not your schedule, I know you didn't have to be anywhere, but I fucking HATE being late. I hate being late even more than I hate when other people are late. And both of those pale in comparison to just how much I fucking hate it when someone makes me late.
I should also mention just how much I want to punch you in the fucking throat when you show up late and then tell me to relax because "we have lots of time". No. No we don't. We actually have the opposite of "lots of time" because you're fucking late. So late in fact that I had to call work and explain that I was going to be late because your stupid ass can't seem to figure this shit out.

3 comments:

Robin said...

I HATE being late. Big time.

Mr. Fabulous said...

I am a stickler about being on time. I am also a stickler on my love for punching people. I love you.

Gwenhwyfar said...

Robin - Do you think Eric would mind if I just came and married you instead of him?

Fabs - You want to come with me to kidnap Robin and run away to Utah so we can become polygamists?