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NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! I never thought when I coined the phrase "Bartowskicest" that someone would WRITE it! I have been pwned by rule 34!!!!!!

(crossposted to twitter because holy jeez, people, seriously?!)

As many of you will know, until such time as I secure an actual, paying job, I've been enlisted into active duty as my sister's personal chauffeur. It's not so bad, really. I drive her into school, sit around for up to nine hours at a time in various internet-capable cafés, drinking lattes while uploading and downloading things, and then drive her home. Last night, however, she pulled a fast one on me.

She was supposed to call me around 8 to let me know she was ready; I was at Panera, which is in the Marketplace, across Civic Center Drive from her campus. When she did call, she said she'd be at the Student Tech Center in a couple minutes, which told me she'd walked across campus to the music building with the people in her ensemble. No big deal. So I drove over and parked in front of the Tech Center, and waited. And waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, after sitting there for twenty minutes, I got worried/pissed off and called her phone. She didn't answer, but I heard her voice. I looked in my rear-view mirror to see her dawdling across the parking lot -- and decidedly not answering her phone, I'll add.

When I asked where she'd been, she said that she and her friends had gone to Red Robin for supper. WHICH IS IN THE MARKETPLACE. By the time I finished picking something up for my mom at the grocery store (which I could have been doing instead of sitting in the parking lot for twenty minutes) and finally driving home, I missed the first twenty minutes of Supernatural.

Add to this the facts that a) I was forced to put my BIRTHDAY MONEY into the gas tank and b) I am somehow supposed to also find time to do all the laundry even though I'm not home, like, ever, I am A VERY PISSY CHAUFFEUR.