Arrrrgh
The reason I am up at 8 on a Saturday morning is because I went to bed at 1 on a Friday night. And the reason I did that is because my evening plans were completely blown to shit. You see, Tyler went drinking with his co-workers after work. They got him so drunk that by seven he could barely stand. And then they just left him there. Drunk. Alone. In the South End.
So guess who had to go find him and get him home? Guess you didn't get to do anything she might have wanted to do on one of her two nights off a week? And guess who got to hold him over the toilet for the next four hours? Oh yeah.
I am so furious at him and them right now that I can barely see straight. I know there are reasons not to dump his sorry ass but I'm having a lot of trouble thinking of them right now.
So guess who had to go find him and get him home? Guess you didn't get to do anything she might have wanted to do on one of her two nights off a week? And guess who got to hold him over the toilet for the next four hours? Oh yeah.
I am so furious at him and them right now that I can barely see straight. I know there are reasons not to dump his sorry ass but I'm having a lot of trouble thinking of them right now.