Do you want an award for being tall?

Jesus christ, they say our generation is privileged and they're wrong, but with bitches like her I can see where the assumption comes from. "Well I've been up since ten" well woop-de-doo, should I pat you on the back for being awake at a late but still semi-normal time? I'm not going to. You still lay in bed until 11:15. That doesn't make you a productive member of society.
I want to be there the day the world finally fucking slaps her in the face and to the ground because everyone realizes she's going to amount to nothing. That's all she's ever amounted to her entire life, and her early math teacher was right. He might have just meant at the time because of her grades, but I bet he saw something there. Saw something no one had yet. That she was a worthless piece of shit who wasn't going to do anything important. Like, seriously. Let's do a tally of her worth right now.

• She's working a job that barely pays
• She's relying on most of her money from her parents or friends
• All of her big electronics or anything have been given to her, she's never bought them
• She hasn't ever actually saved up a large amount of money
• She can barely get through simple college classes
• She spends all her time running a character role play blog. Now that's a real achievement there, guys. Surely going to net her a career that will pay big time, I'm sure. 
• She hasn't even paid a dime towards her own cat's medical expenses. 

Now let's just analyze this. She's twenty one. Before this, she'd spent two years after high school doing  nothing but sitting around, playing video games and roleplaying. Somehow, that still hasn't changed. Now she's just living in an apartment mostly financed by myself and our other roommate, and contributing as little as she did before. I clean. I cook. I do dishes and trash. What does she do? She plays the new Smash game her mother bought her. She's paid the last two months rent with money that wasn't even hers. Money for books she needed for college? $100 of it was mine. The gas that goes into her car? My money. Many of the items furnishing her room? All things bought by other people. I'm getting real sick of her coming across all high and mighty, just because she's capable of waking up at ten fucking a.m..
Because honey, I'm nineteen, and I've been able to wake up before ten my entire fucking life. So please, take yourself down twenty notches because you're nothing but a pathetic leech.