I've been gone for a little over an hour. My fiance asked me to go get him some lunch, from Mcalister's Deli.

It's pouring down rain, I had to wait ten minutes for the bus, I had to be in a bus period that reeks like a dumpster, I got on the wrong bus on the way home, when I finally got there I was hungry enough that I could've gotten me a sandwhich, but my fiance didn't even give me enough to get exactly what he wanted, then I had to try and walk up a flight of slippery stairs with a crappy splint on my swollen, bruised fucking ankle.

And what do I get in return? "I didn't want all this on my salad."

Seriously, fuck you.

/rant.

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Please don't stop, it's lonely at the top. These lonely days, when
will they ever stop? This doomsday clock ticking in my heart.

It's not like you told him or anything.

Well, I donno what to say. I hope things go well for you two in the future.

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If dogs could talk, this is what he'd say.