Oh yah, and another thing…
Why on earth do I have to get sick now, when I have no boyfriend to whine to, and come over and make me tea and rub my feet, and grab me in inappropriate places so I can pretend it pisses me off but secretly love how he loves me so inappropriately.
And EVEN WORSE THAN THAT, my parents just left the country today for a month on their grand “Once In a Lifetime European Excursion” – so now I have no boyfriend AND no Mom to feel sorry for me. I even lost the dogsitting vote (he’s staying with other relatives, since apparently my “no pets” strata rules might stress him out or something) and have no warm furry beastie to cuddle up to at all.
You may all commence leaving the pity comments now.