I hurt and I am hungry. There are no clean forks, no clean plates, no clean bowls, no fricking ready meals despite me buying six of the things on wednesday and only eating one.
Stupid. Fricking. Boys. Seriously. What the hell?
Also, why is The Music Man only paying me £300 and doing bugger all around the house? That was the rent we agreed upon on the condition that he'd do ALL THE HOUSEWORK.
I need to man up and learn to shout at people, I think.
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