Angel: Lot of trouble for someone who doesn’t even care about you.
Spike: Shut your gob.
Me: *quietly swallows; purses lips; clears throat*
Angel: She really is just kind of fickle.
Me: *pauses screen, stands*
Me: *gets more water*
Me: *drinks*
Me: *sits down glass*
Me: *clears throat again*
Me: CAN YOU NOT. CAN YOU FREAKING NOT, ANGEL? I DON’T THINK A CARPENTER GETS TO COMPLAIN IF THE TABLE HE MAKES IS UNEVEN. I DON’T THINK A SHOEMAKER GETS TO COMPLAIN IF HIS SOLES WEAR OUT TOO QUICKLY. I DON’T THINK AN ENGINEER GETS TO COMPLAIN IF HIS BRIDGE COLLAPSES DUE TO A LACK OF STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY. YOU DO NOT GET TO COMPLAIN ABOUT DRUSILLA. I THOUGHT SHE WAS YOUR BIGGEST REGRET. YOUR GREATEST EVIL OR WHATEVER. I THOUGHT YOU FELT SOOOO GUILTY. THEN ACT LIKE IT!!!
Sister: *pokes her head into the room* You okay?
Me: *sitting back down again* Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?
Me Watching “Lovers Walk”
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