Depressed.
Extremely desperate.
Just to avoid talking about the sad fact that I'm pissed off because someone doesn't seem to have any difficulties with going to sleep without having a conversation with me first or wishing good night, I'm telling you one more reason why we would make perfect wives:
We had pizza for late breakfast. Self-made! How about that!
I have actually another reason to be upset tonight. You see, I have learned that at least here where I live it's a rule that the cheapest fruits are the tastiest as well.
You can probably imagine the disappointment when I came back home with those amazingly cheap grapes and found out that the taste was. Awful. So bad that I had to throw them away.
Sigh.
I'm totally going to be childish and pity myself all night long.
Ps. Dear co-blogger, check this:
Dammit.
Yeah that's probably true.
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