What Fun, What Fun
I just love being at his house you know. I feel at home, and there's always people there to talk to and to hang out with. You're never lonely. Last night was an emotional one though. Not really for me, but for him. He got way too drunk though, and guys talk a lot when they're drunk. I drove to work on a flat tire yesterday. Nate changed it at work, and then today I took it to Les Schwabs. It was a surprisingly short wait, so that was nice. I'm very sick. I have a nasty cold, and I wish it would go away. I took some cold medicine, and it's just making me more sick. It's nice having a small appetite. I haven't felt bloated and whatnot lately. Yesterday, all day, I had a half of a grilled cheese sandwich, and today, I had a parfait. Oh and I felt bad cause he wanted to clean his house, and I wanted to help, but it was so messy I couldn't, so he ended up doing it all himself while I came home for a bit and got us some food. Whatever, it's clean now, but not for long I'm sure. They all went through 2 bottles of crown royal and maybe 4 or 5 cases last night. I felt like we were in a sea of beer cans this morning. It's a good thing we recycle them. Yep yep. Oh, and some crazy bitch that he effed a while back showed up this morning at like 4, and was supposedly freaking out cause I was there, and wanted to kick my ass. Too bad you're crazy. Yeah, she ws there till like 10. Stay away, god. Anyway, tonight, I'm sure will be another crazy one. Well, have to go to work now. Bye.