Adventures In Dandie's Night Life
Last night was a night of adventure and totally fun times, okay that's a flat out lie. Last night was a night of rage and anger. I have a swollen gland under my chin, so naturally I'm dying.
After taking some tylenol I found myself filled with a ridiculous amount of overheating resulting in boyfriend being oh so unimpressed that I kept him up so late. By 6:30, two hours later, I had finally given up on any chance of cooling down and fell asleep.
Then boyfriends phone went off. I am not at all a person you want to wake up, I am irritable and mean if woken up having got less than 5 hours of sleep. In my half asleep state I turned to boyfriend and said in an icy calm voice "If she doesn't stop texting you I will knife the bitch." Before saying "just kidding" and promptly rolling back away from him while flinging my rays of anger at his face, hoping my anger would cause him to politely tell her to fuck off.
On a side note, for all you people out there, nothing is that important at 6:30 in the morning. Unless you are dying or in immediate need of help kindly fuck right off.
After many interruptions to my sleep, she left him alone and I found myself drifting slowly into my tylenol coma, not a fear in the wo-then his phone rang. 8:30am and his dad wanted to talk. At 8:30. After I had just passed into my delightful coma.
The lesson to be learned here my delightful lovely readers is don't wake Dandie up. Ever. Unless you're dying.
After taking some tylenol I found myself filled with a ridiculous amount of overheating resulting in boyfriend being oh so unimpressed that I kept him up so late. By 6:30, two hours later, I had finally given up on any chance of cooling down and fell asleep.
Then boyfriends phone went off. I am not at all a person you want to wake up, I am irritable and mean if woken up having got less than 5 hours of sleep. In my half asleep state I turned to boyfriend and said in an icy calm voice "If she doesn't stop texting you I will knife the bitch." Before saying "just kidding" and promptly rolling back away from him while flinging my rays of anger at his face, hoping my anger would cause him to politely tell her to fuck off.
On a side note, for all you people out there, nothing is that important at 6:30 in the morning. Unless you are dying or in immediate need of help kindly fuck right off.
After many interruptions to my sleep, she left him alone and I found myself drifting slowly into my tylenol coma, not a fear in the wo-then his phone rang. 8:30am and his dad wanted to talk. At 8:30. After I had just passed into my delightful coma.
The lesson to be learned here my delightful lovely readers is don't wake Dandie up. Ever. Unless you're dying.
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