8 am.
... My mother calls me... and it isn't even 8:30... telling me to "get my ass out of bed and start cleaning"... simply because her boytoy is coming over to... ohmahgasp... FIX things because she has him so under her thumb.
Is he my boyfriend? My responsibility? Why do I have to do it?
'Excuse me?' I asked. "It isn't even 8:30, and it's my day off ( Read more... )
Is he my boyfriend? My responsibility? Why do I have to do it?
'Excuse me?' I asked. "It isn't even 8:30, and it's my day off ( Read more... )
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