For the love of everything holy
I'm trying so hard to hate Kevin - I'm currently mad at him for a partially in-my-head slight that occurred over a week ago, which was mainly that I could keep hearing that guy from Oprah saying "He's just not that into you!" over and over in my head the entire time we were out - and then he goes and does something sweet. He borrowed my iron on Friday, so he returned it today (his birthday) with a box of some frozen dinner because it has a NASCAR sweepstakes on it.
Me: You're bringing me presents on your birthday?
God damn it. Either let me hate you or be approachable, but don't blow hot and cold. Particularly when I've been in my apartment for 8 straight hours watching TV in my underwear (I was getting ready to go to bed, people!).
I'm really trying very hard. The hate will come, eventually, right?
Me: You're bringing me presents on your birthday?
God damn it. Either let me hate you or be approachable, but don't blow hot and cold. Particularly when I've been in my apartment for 8 straight hours watching TV in my underwear (I was getting ready to go to bed, people!).
I'm really trying very hard. The hate will come, eventually, right?