Friday, July 20, 2012

what a morning.
SHIT all over the bathroom. I tell Rose, please tell me when this happens so I don't walk into it. I cleaned it, you are lying.
f*%k you.
she goes to the doctors with tommy.
she comes home.
I don't like the way you are lying to me about how I don't clean the bathroom. I am moving at the end of the summer. Find a husband.

ugh. Lord...take me home, please.
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