why oh why did i let you bring me shitty pho and a stomach ache? why oh why do you insist on playing noisily and messily in my living room when you have your own? why do you think it is any of your business what and how i do things? d is fine. the chocolate is fine. my goddamn texting technique is fine. (what is not fine is you leaving at 6.30 after being here less than two hours.) one poopy diaper does not a daddy make. GO HOME.
and the answer to the above is that i'm a weenie. a weenie backed into a corner with only one way out. boo. hoo.
and the answer to the above is that i'm a weenie. a weenie backed into a corner with only one way out. boo. hoo.