Bah. Another wasted Sunday. I've wasted my sick day for this month and there's no hope for snow tonight. Tom's mad at me because he can't understand why I'm mad at him. I asked him, nicely, not to drink one of my last 2 Red Stripes. It's hard to come across beer at my age without asking. And I hate asking. It's shameful. And he simply could not respect my wishes and place the beer back in my fridge. So I told him that if he wanted to drink it that badly, he could enjoy it on the way out of my apartment. Spiteful and mean of me, yes, I know. But why couldn't he just say "okay, if it means that much to you..."? Well, he did in fact, place the beer back in my fridge but then proceeded to leave. That wasn't what I said, no. I said he could leave IF he drank the beer. He could stay if he didn't. So we had a big fight over text-messaging. It was silly. So I buckled down and apologized because it is, in fact, a ridiculous fighting matter. Grr. That was today. I should have gone to see Confessions of A Dangerous Mind, instead. Maybe tomorrow.
This is rather remniscient of a Jack Handey deep thought; with the exception, of course, that I sound like a Valley Girl. Such is life. I need pictures.
This is rather remniscient of a Jack Handey deep thought; with the exception, of course, that I sound like a Valley Girl. Such is life. I need pictures.
ps: i get off tomorrow at 8pm if you want to go see the flick at the rialto.
and i'd buy you beer anytime, just ask. i won't even humiliate you. i enjoy contributing to the delinquincy of minors.