Two weeks of rain. Insomnia resulting in 2 hours sleep before a 13 unit day of work followed by the unusual occurence of my boyfriend being an insensitive git. Also I'm hormonal, feeling fat and unattractive, and hate exercise.
At least it IS an unusual occurence. Most men are infinitely worse. But you're still in charge of dinner tonight. Assuming you get home at a reasonable hour and that I'm not already passed out by the time you do.
I did not, although I am, of course, capable of such. I was at work until 9pm myself, so just ordered pizza instead. Which then took an hour to arrive. Bah.
He is capable of cooking, but very rarely does. Pretty much whenever he's responsible for dinner it means we're ordering pizza or Indian. Which is fine with me. Pizza tastes good. And Indian's probably my favorite cuisine.
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I'm sorry.
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I hope you made something yummy and awesome.
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