I’m pissy because I want to stock my fridge with fresh fruit and veggies. I’m pissy because I even have the money (well food stamps) to do it. I’m pissy because the crisper is the place to put these fruits and vegetables. I’m pissy because my dad has completely taken over the crisper in our fridge for the salad, meat and cheese he lives on. I’m pissy because I don’t have room in my tiny ass fridge for fresh food because my dad has taken over a third of it, another third is taken over with milk, for the kids who have a right to it, and the rest is just random ass shit that belongs in a fridge.
I’m mostly pissy because I don’t want my dad here anymore. I wouldn’t be half as pissy if he was actually helping out with the household economy. Instead of, you know, just living off us.