The Boy decided yesterday that he couldn't wait for me to get out of work to go to DC for the weekend. Yeah. He made that decision without consulting me. Clearly, I'm a bit pist. I was really looking forward to tooling around the city and hanging with Kia (I'm so sorry I suck. Or, more accurately, my boyfriend sucks.) and enjoying a quiet weekend with the man I sometimes love. He's coming back tomorrow night rather than on Sunday and is convinced that we can have a "romantic" weekend here in the 'boro. Um. No. We spend EVERY weekend in the 'boro. I'm bored with that. It's not romantic when you have to cook your own meals, wash your own dishes, pour your own wine, and make your own beds. Call me crazy (or just plain spoiled), but it is what it is.
I'm still really pist that I don't get to see Kia. Damn stupid boyfriends!
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He really used the words "Greensboro" and "Romantic" in the same sentence? I thought the boy was smart!
You want me to beat him up?
You want me to beat him up?
Count me pist at Chico, too. I called you yesterday after work in hopes that you would tell me that you in fact were in the car on your way. Bummer.
Also, the withholding of romance (what little can be had in the 'Boro) is what I would call a proper punishment for such douchbaggery.
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