mayday, mayday! what's that yelling? what's that fighting? oh, why it's mary and matt at SIX THIRTY IN THE MORNING.

after i'd just gone to bed at four. i wanted to yell back, i wanted to throw things at the wall, i wanted to go in there and punch her in the face for the ridiculous things she was saying to my brother (stupid dumbass motherfucker crying baby whenever she tries to leave 'what would you think if i was supposed to call you at five but my phone was off for an hour? telling him he is ungrateful for everything she does). but instead i just slammed a door or two and my glass of water down on the dresser as if to say "i'm awake now, thanks to you and i have to GO BACK TO SLEEP THANKS." they were quiet after about half an hour. but between last night and two nights ago, mary has fallen down quite far on my list.