I hate Sundays
Sundays are supposed to be a day of relax and deep sleep. Not in my house. Early in the f%#kin morning, I’d hear dish clanking and doors slamming. I just can’t get any sleep done Sunday morning.
Another problem is the stupid maid. I wonder how many times I tell her not to iron the prints on my t shirt. I still get melted prints everytime I check my shirts. Someone tell me, do they not have silkscreen printing t shirts in Indonesia or they just don’t f%$kin care? I guess that’s why you have cases of iron burnt maids.
Chill man