Woof,woof - Motu in the doghouse.
It's my wife's birthday today - and for maybe the 3rd time in 27yrs I've remembered it unaided....what have I got for her present?....nothing.....
I get real pissed off to be put under pressure like this - oh,it's the thought that counts - ah,crap - ''oh,that's nice,thank you very much ''what the hell did he get me this for,he knows I don't like red MX boots at the same time I think ''well,I was in the warehouse 5 mins before closing and grabbed the first thing I saw''
I get beligerent and dig my heels in,I hate being forced to do things 'just because' grumpy little shit I am I just dig a bigger hole for myself - and don't tell me to give some flowers,I've never given her plant genatilia in my life.not looking forward to going home tonight.
In and out of jobs, running free
Waging war with society
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