honeymonster | I live in hell.

Friday night I ate a slice of pie that Rona wanted. She freaked the fuck out. With lots of screaming. So today I wake up and she's still here. I have to take a zantac because I feel icky, so I go down to the kitchen. And she is trying to be very casual as she tells me there's "a new rule."

I'm not allowed to touch the pie if there are only two slices left.

Now, that's silly enough, but then there's the bit where she says if I'm going to act like a ten year old I'll be treated like one. And I'm just like, that was random. I wonder which hat she pulled that number out of?

By the way, she had already gone downstairs for the night. I had no idea she wanted the fucking pie, and it was the third day after it had been baked.

I have got to get out of here.