My night tonight has consisted of the following:
I planned a nice evening for myself and Chris as a pre-birthday celebration that included home made enchiladas, movie rentals, and even scented fucking candles. I went to the store, after being on my feet at work since 5 o’clock this morning, went shopping for a birthday gift, food, and other goodies, and even cooked a home made fucking meal. Sounds nice, right? Wrong. Nobody ate the food i made except myself. Not even my sister after I sent her a text previously to let her know. I was purposely ignored by both Chris and my sister went I offered food and/or tried talking to them. And to top it all off I’m left taking care of a passed out drunk who keeps barfing all over my bed and myself because some one decided to ditch me and drink with his friend. I’m just about done with these fucking idiots. It makes me sick.
SO, in conclusion, if anyone wants enchiladas, I’d be happy to send you a plate because I have fucking plenty.