I don't understand why Dan feels the need to nag me about breadcrumbs in the cream cheese when he's the biggest slob of them all. His side of the room is forever covered in clothes, wet towels, blankets, empty cans and random junk...
Having rotting trash in the kitchen and crusty dirty dishes are fine in his world but breadcrumbs in the cream cheese are just NOT acceptable. I have to step in EVERY DAY to make sure his careless behavior doesn't turn into full blown messes. I shudder to think what our apartment would look like if I didn't clean up after him...
You can't ask him to clean a damn thing because he just rolls his eyes and says "no" or "I'll do it later"...
He also blew a gasket the other day because I used the same knife to spread mayo and mustard...he berated me until I got a separate knife. But throwing his dirty clothes everywhere except the hamper, TOTALLY OKAY.
Ughhhh.
Paul and I had our first text message conversation in months...he got a new cell number (which of course he never told me about, I had to find out through Facebook like the stalker that I am)...
I wish Paul had wanted to keep me. I wish he had been more committed...I wish he had loved me more...
Part of me fantasizes wildly that he'll eventually come around one day and find me...he'll chase me all the way back to L.A. and ask me to marry him...he'll say he's sorry for letting me go and promise to never leave my side.
"I can't live without you."
But I know it won't happen.
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