Angel, I love you. But when you...
Leave a long string of clothes leading to the bathroom, I get a little irked. You're a big girl, you can pick up your clothes.
Baby girl, when you leave your wig on the table during dinner, it's not the most appetizing thing to look at while eating. Put it on your head or leave it in the bedroom.
Also, at the dinner table, or even when we are out to eat, please just eat the food? I get sick and tired of having to cut your steak into little heart shapes.
I have no fashion sense. When you're sewing "America's next big tend" don't ask me if the hem is too high, I don't know what a hem is.
You look fine without make-up, and when I say that, I mean it. I don't mean the opposite, so don't start crying.
When I'm trying to smoke my marijuana, don't bother me...please? Who needs a drag queen yelling at them over a spilled drink when they're high? Honey, I don't.
Heels. You look cute in them, of course, but they leave marks on the floor. I hate having to clean those up.
My side of the sink is set, don't leave your rouge and eyeliner over there.
When I am trying to grade my papers, I don't need your correction grade too. Whatever grade they make is what they get, don't try to up it to make them feel better. They're college kids. They don't care. I don't care.
In the middle of the night, while I'm touching you and trying to love you, it's really not sexy when you yelp, "Oh my God! My face cream is almost gone! Will you buy me some more tomorrow?" It kills me to buy it and it kills the mood.
A/N: It's short, I know, but I couldn't think of much Collins would have to complain about Angel. So, you guys still like? Should I do Mo/Jo next? We all know that one will be long. Eek.