08/12/2008 - 5:52 p.m.
I ask for one fucking thing...wasn't even really asking for anything, more like I suggested something 'cause I knew we'd both be too damn tired to cook.
So I go 'hey! how about pizza?' Simple easy to do. No cooking involved. You go...'I will figure something out for dinner. If I don't pizza.' So I say 'kk'I get home and not only have you NOT pulled a damn thing out for dinner, but you fucking sit there (after being home for at least an hour) still working on the fucking machine/project.Now I do realize that you Have to have this Done by the weekend. I do realize that you don't have enough time in the day to actually do this project.But fucking goddamn hell boy! You could've at least realized that this was a major fuck up. And after seeing me waiting for a half hour for you to DO something (ANYTHING)...you still don't.No, I'm not happy.I Hurt.I'm tired
I'be been working all fucking day WITH the goddamn fucking Tourists.The least you could've fucking done was pull some chicken out so we could throw it in the oven.Yeah...fuck you too bitch. I'm not even going into you...not yet...
