MICHAEL! MICHAEL!! MICHAEL!!!
we will chant forever.
The Roomate stole my car at about 2 yday. Ofcourse, I went mad! Is he mad?!!!
MY CAR?!!! MY EFFING FANTASTIC CAR!
JEALOUS BÂTARD! PUTAIN DE MERDE!
And so on and so forth!
Around 4, he was still not back and then they started trickling in, asking for the Roomate. Apparently, I was supposed to be having a party. It was kind of a reverse surprise party where the guests come in and surprise the celebrant instead of the other way round.
In fact they came prepared, with their drinks and stuff but I wasn't feeling the party.
The Roomate still had my car.
I seriously thought of bashing his but couldn't find the keys, fortunately for him.
At about six, he returns with my baby which I have decided to baptise MY CAR (original abi?)
And there they were- the personalised plates
I could have done better!!!
We are now on speaking terms again so that's that!
The Boyfriend came around and he gave me a friendship ring. Everyone said congratulations like they think we are engaged. yeah right!
He is leaving today and I am going on a three-week holiday to nowhere!
I guess I am still hung-ova!
See y'all in three weeks!