Today was interesting. This annoying six year old who lives across from me in a small apartment kept ringing my doorbell over and over again and I never answered. He's been doing this for the past few days, I wish I could put an end to it nicely, but that is far by impossible. His little heart breaks so easily. But while I was downstairs at my computer, he rang the doorbell once again. My mom was upstairs, applicable of at least checking to see who it was, except she automatically knew it had been the annoying and bored little six year old kid. My mom never liked kids. Especially not that kid. She yelled, "SHE DOESN'T WANT COMPANY." Figuring I knew that the 'she' she was speaking of was me. She was right, of course. I did NOT want company from him. Whatever I was doing, even if I answered the door and said "sorry, I'm busy doing stuff." He would respond, "What stuff?" Then I would say an excuse like, 'I'm typing my book' or, 'I'm working on something' he would always respond in the most horrifying way. In only three exhausting words. "Can I watch?" Ugh. On the outside I would say 'Sure why not' but on the inside I'm saying, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
TwistedFrosty · Tue Aug 04, 2009 @ 07:13am · 0 Comments |