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I was having a blast riding around on Bob's back, waving my pirate hat in the air and singing Motley Crue's "Wild Side" at the top of my lungs along with the blasting stereo, when I noticed Lindsay and Jamia walk back into the apartment together. Talking. And laughing.
"Whoa, Bob!" I called, tugging on his shirt. He stopped and set me down like a good horsie. I am going to enjoy being in a band with Bob.
I went over to the two girls, and being that I was pretty drunk, said the first thing that came to mind.
"How come you two are not fighting? I never got to see you fight over me the last time," I giggled.
Jamia rolled her eyes and looked at Lindsay, who rolled her eyes, too.
"There will be no girlfight tonight, Captain Frank. Jamia and I have made up," she said.
That was too much for my brain to process, but I figured it must be a good thing. God, I hate drama. So I raised my beer in approval.
"To making up," I said, and finished it off.
"How many have you had there,
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I feel so much better now that Frank knows my deepest darkest secret. And I am amazed that even though I have messed up really really really badly, he still loves me anyway. I think that is a sign of true love and the obvious fact that we are soul mates, destined to be together forever. Of course, he lectured me and made me go over the bills and he went on and on about credit scores and my student loans and blah blah blah. I guess his point is that we are in the hole. But at least we are in the hole together.
Last night I ran our baby pictures through the online generator at babygeneration.com and it showed me what our babies will look like! Oh my God, I am so excited! We are going to have the cutest babies ever! Well, I mean, of course it can't be really accurate, because mother nature is not a computer program and really there is no way that I can tell at this precise moment what our future progeny will look like, but based on a rough example I am expec
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Shame and Blame
"What? What what what?" she asked, coming out of the bedroom panicked and probably expecting to find something on fire what with the way I was yelling.
"Why is our American Express balance $1,422.55?!" I screamed, holding the bill up and pointing at it for emphasis.
I expected an explanation. I expected her to maybe get defensive. I expected her to try to justify it.
I did not, however, expect her to burst into tears. But that is what she did.
She started crying hysterically like I had just told her that someone had died, and I just froze. I was kinda overwhelmed and I had no idea what was going on.
"I'm so sorry!" she bawled. "I...I...I knew it was wrong but....Icouldntstop!"
"Stop what?" I asked, calmly.
"CHARGING!" she cried, balling both fists up in front of her face with a look of despair. She then threw herself on the sofa melodramatically. "I knew someday you find out about my heinous deeds! Oh God! Please don't leave me?!"
"Lindsay," I sco
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When I came out of the bedroom after the amazing sex I'd just had with Frank, Adam was on the sofa watching a movie on DVD and he looked sullen.
"Could you two fuck quieter? I mean it's kinda rude considering that some of us have no significant other," he muttered.
"Yeah well that's because some of us cheat on our significant other," I said, and sat next to him. "Why do you do it Adam?"
"I dunno," he said, quietly. "But...I miss her."
I cannot believe him!
But maybe Paulina's leaving will make him wake up and realize that you can't just treat people with no respect and then expect them to be around for you when you need them or want them. It's just part of growing up, I think. Or maybe its a matter of character? I dont know. Maybe it's a little of both.
"Well, I have to talk to you about something," I said. "You have got to stop hitting on me and sending me strange texts -"
"What? I wasn't serious! For the last time -"
"It doesn't matter. Even if you weren't, you see w
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When I got home I was running seriously late because I had gotten held up at work. I'd had to help my first student, and I couldn't figure out the account. It made me really frustrated and I had to get a supervisor to help, but even she didn't know why this student's application wasn't approved. So we had to work together to do what we could to ensure that the student had some options.
By the time I got out of there and headed home I looked at the clock and I knew there wasnt going to be enough time to clean the apartment and cook the dinner, too. I also knew that rescheduling this dinner tonight was not going to be an option. My mom would know I was hiding something. Then she would just want to come over even more.
When I walked in, though, I saw an amazing sight.
The entire apartment was clean and everything was in its place.
Frank was in the kitchen wearing a very conservative-looking black sweater and black pants with his hair styled neatly. He was chopping ve
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A picture is Worth a Thousand Words
So...Lindsay claimed to be too busy to eat lunch with me today.
I found that I didn't have much of an appetite so I skipped lunch. By the time I got home after work and band practice, I was starving. I was thinking only of making myself a sandwich, then getting started on cleaning the house. I couldn't let Lindsay's mom see the place looking as jacked up as it has been these last few days. I mean, normally we are very neat and tidy, but...it's kinda gone to shit.
I'm not going to point any fingers but Adam some residents here do not pick up after themselves as they should. Yeah, Lindsay is lazy when it comes to cleaning but she does a good job at taking care of our room and the living room. I take care of the bathroom, along with Paulina (cause the bathroom takes the most work) and Adam is on kitchen detail. Which is why we always have dirty dishes in the sink. Ehh.
Anyway, so I got home to find a not so unfamiliar sight. Paulina and Ada