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Why is it so hard to not be mad over the mornings happenings?? Last night I walked into my apartment, and my roommate and her boy toy were cuddled up on the futon. Not that big of a deal, considering that I told her that it is was ok to crash on the futon because her parents moved all of her furniture all ready. It was just seriously depressing to walk into, especially considering that my boyfriend was MIA, and I had an awful night at work. I made money, but the people were just assholes. So, I tried SO HARD to say up and call him, cause I figured he was at the bar. Didn’t happen. This morning, I woke up and got ready before roommate and boy toy were up and going, and I make breakfast for me and Denny, hoping to see him this morning before I went to the Union to start my paper. So I made breakfast, and took it over there. He did not answer his phone, so I knocked on the door. Nothing. Called again, and knocked again. Nothing. I sat in my car outside of his house trying to get ahold of him for like 20 minutes. Then I just left and tossed out breakfast, and I am still SO mad that I tried to do something nice, and had absolutely no reception. This is after I was not invited to the bar, and was not called back last night liked I nicely asked. Just realing…