Has anyone here actually tried Borovan?
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Has anyone here actually tried Borovan?
my heart hurts
Buying a truck sounds like fun until you actually try to find one
Yeah Thanks Mum
So after being nagged by a squidlet for 2 hours on the subject of dinner..... at fucking lunch time, to which I thought maybe a sandwich would shut the noise up..... and as he is a young man and quite capable of doing this tedious task unaided, I threw this observation his way.
After getting an order for pizza placed (because after all that, I wasn’t in the mood for the “Sunday Roast”), no-one wants to go get said order without first moaning, groaning and huffing and puffing..... I mean how hungry are you little beggars anyway???
Okay now I get to pack it up and put the leftovers in the fridge, if I don’t it would probably sit there until bin day and by then it will probably be able to walk out by itself. I would love to try and just let it sit until someone notices, but I’m not sure I could stand the stench, or the maggots just to try it. While my little shit-bags go their way to the PlayStation and YouTube, and some shitty movie on the idiot-box that isn’t even slightly amusing.
I do know that I didn’t have much input into dinner but a thanks for dinner mum would be welcome.
AND the lawn’s still not mowed!
The Vodka Mummy
I will never again be in a relationship where I argue with the person every other day. Like whatever, props to y'all who are in relationships with people you bicker with more often than get along with for always finding something worth saving, but that shit is not for me anymore. I refuse that stress.
my electric kettle died.
I am sorely vexed
hate when random guys flirt with me. i'm literally working. no i'm not going to play one of the arcade games with you. stop it.
not that i don't wanna get married and all that jazz. it's just...ew.
makes me want to perfect my RBF and dress like a villain so i get left alone. the only people who are allowed to perceive me are normal people and those lovely black women who call you baby. but my damn customer service is too good. it's literally my job to be nice. fuck off.
fuck though
i legitimately think i’ve made the wrong decision. i miss him so much.