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I'm angry and tired and hungry, and I want to get laid, and I got half the raise I was told to expect. And my new swimsuit doesn't fit, etc. Fucking pissed. I threw Jim out of the apartment today when he went on and on about wanting to go play baseball with the guys and then got pissed at me for thinking he didn't want to stay and spend time with me. I'm sorry, there must be something wrong with me for thinking that "When can I leave?" might mean you aren't excited to stay and cuddle and maybe have sex for once. Fucking hell.
Jen has been rude and inconsiderate, as usual. The door was unlocked again this morning, and while she doesn't believe there's any danger of rape or anything, the thought of theft finally got through to her. So I guess now we just have to work on putting the toilet seat down and not leaving puddles of water on the bathroom floor every day. But at least she's mastered the art of starting an automatic dishwasher already. Baby fucking steps.
Jen has been rude and inconsiderate, as usual. The door was unlocked again this morning, and while she doesn't believe there's any danger of rape or anything, the thought of theft finally got through to her. So I guess now we just have to work on putting the toilet seat down and not leaving puddles of water on the bathroom floor every day. But at least she's mastered the art of starting an automatic dishwasher already. Baby fucking steps.