Okay, this is getting old. Ar least the co-workers don't act like I've changed at all. Guess wearing the same kind of clothing no matter what shape I'm in helps.
So what is he hiding this time? He ain't talking, even when I was all teasing him and shit. He mutters about those fucking MRI and shit but there's something going on.
Gotta get him to talk.
So who's the slob that lives in the apartment this time and where the hell is my daughter? Been fucking working all this time and never noticed, assholes.