there has to be some kind of operation for that.
so i hadn't seen jen in like a week.
last night we went for sushi and then to petsmart to buy food and flea medication for our respective cats.
we get back to my house and she's about to leave when there's a phone call.
her ex-boyfriend/current roommate goes off on one of his usual tirades...
why don't you want to be with me??
what the fuck are you doing with Christopher??
why can't you get sushi and hang out with me??
why can't you get cat food with me??
why can't you help me get all the sand out of my vagina??
why this??
why that??
seriously. it's getting to the point where i feel really bad for asking her to hang out because david will just cry like halle berry at the oscars. gah. i'm frustrated...
first off
i'm not her boyfriend
second off
you aren't either
third off
i'm not sleeping with her
fourth off
she'll do whatever the hell she wants.
and lastly
seriously...die in a fire.
last night we went for sushi and then to petsmart to buy food and flea medication for our respective cats.
we get back to my house and she's about to leave when there's a phone call.
her ex-boyfriend/current roommate goes off on one of his usual tirades...
why don't you want to be with me??
what the fuck are you doing with Christopher??
why can't you get sushi and hang out with me??
why can't you get cat food with me??
why can't you help me get all the sand out of my vagina??
why this??
why that??
seriously. it's getting to the point where i feel really bad for asking her to hang out because david will just cry like halle berry at the oscars. gah. i'm frustrated...
first off
i'm not her boyfriend
second off
you aren't either
third off
i'm not sleeping with her
fourth off
she'll do whatever the hell she wants.
and lastly
seriously...die in a fire.