All Of My Days Have Been Misspent
The amount of pissed I was at the husband earlier was immense. I came home from my volleyball class...which went well considering the condition of the foot...and I was planning on eating my Thai food. I arrived home famished for my Thai food. I opened the fridge and my little takeout box was gone. I closed the fridge and opened it again. Maybe I was wrong and the food wasn't really gone. I opened it again. Yep, it was gone. I looked over at the husband. I asked him where my food was. He ate it. THE MOTHAFUCKA ate MY FOOD!!!!!!!!! Damn him. If he hadn't had such a bad day I would have been way more pissed at him. Instead I had to eat string cheese and saltines. That man owes me big time. I am talking not ragging me about buying my Lancome moisturizer big time. And don't be all thinking I'm gonna be so generous next time...eat my food once shame on you...eat it again..I'll castrate you.
I am gonna continue watchin' some gay man lovin'....God I love Queer as Folk.
