I shall try to keep this rant to a minimum. Sort of. I would also like to preface this by saying that the catalyst for my tantrum is so mundane it's almost embarassing.
I AM SO FARKIN' SICK OF NOT HAVING MY SHIT! I WANT MY STUFF. I WANT SOME SPACE. I WANT TO LIVE IN MY GODDAMNED HOUSE WITH MY GODDAMNED STUFF!
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When I called JP at work to ask him to stop and grab a few more flowers he initially told me no. He had help coming to assist him on the house and he didn't have time to stop. His help was Jennifer...the sleeping with a married guy chick. Just made me hate her even more, lol. I don't hate her! At least I'm trying not to. And he did bring me the flowers. I made the comment that the girls at work told him he better do it, huh? and he got this deer-in-the-headlights look and then vehemently denied it. HAHAAAHAHAHA. Yeah, right. As for Jennifer, I just make sure I'm there while she is. Not a biggie...had planned to work there anyway. So bleh *pulls tongue back in before it gets pooped on by a flyby birdie.*
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