"I storm from the shelves before I get the urge to throw something at him and grab a throw pillow from the couch instead. It s made from some sort of fur, like real fur; flat, smooth rawhide kind of fur and I grimace as I touch it. It s awful and I am so anti real fur! "
"I turn and throw that at him in disgust instead, trying to vent some of this spiraling energy inside of me that s fit to burst out. He dodges and frowns, still trying not to smile and I do not see what is funny about this at all. Never understood his complete infatuation with my tantrummy side, or that he finds it both cute and amusing when I am on the verge of causing him bodily harm."
He is so f*****g weird.
" You can keep your shitty apartment then. You want it this way, you can have it back this way. Pretty sur
