

Drinking by myself and watching The Simpsons while trying to comprehend the fact that my boyfriend has dogged our Christmas dinner to get drunk with some fucking stoners from highschool. I only worked my ass off all fucking day at my fucking awful job to justify the amount of money I spent on his present. Not that Christmas has ever been about the presents for me. It’s about giving a fuck about the people you love and what’s important to them. And I know Christmas isn’t important to him, but it is to me and I am so incredibly pissed off. I made myself pretty, I cooked, and now I’m waiting. Waiting for him to roll in the door drunk and wanting to have sex and then go straight to sleep. Not fucking OK.
Somebody come to Indro and watch The Simpsons and eat this dinner with me? I’ll provide the booze. Any takers?