You don't get it. You just don't get it. I have music in my head. I've got stories to write.
I get it, I get it, you don't want to help around the house. But I work just as hard as you and I can't keep up with the sweeping, the cleaning, the cooking, the laundry, while you go off and play your guitar.
That's the point: I don't PLAY MY FUCKING GUITAR!
Keep your voice down!
I - don't - play - my - guitar. I don't write. I don't to anything except help around the house.
Oh so that's it. You don't want to help.
That's not what I said. All I'm saying is that if I could just have an hour, just an hour, a day.
And you don't think I don't want an hour a day to myself? You don't think I'd just like to relax in a hot bubble bath, drink a glass of wine and just relax?
YOU CAN! DO IT!
No, because I have to clean the house or it'll never get done!
But I help you clean the house all the time!
And you do such a shitty job that I have to go behind you and redo it!
Then let me play guitar! GOD!
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