Currently on holiday with wifey and the in-laws.
After a semi argument one night I slept in and missed breakfast.
Come lunchtime I just couldn't be hosed. Wasn't hungry and had a nice ocean view spot.
Wife lost her poo poo. Crying stomping around, and then complaining that I'm wasting her money by not eating (its included)
So I said gently caress it then, I won't eat until we leave.
Now both her and the in-laws are giving me all sorts of poo poo. And as a result im digging in.
Its now been four days lol.
Im a fatass, I'll be fine.
|# ¿ May 16, 2018 06:08|
|# ¿ May 21, 2018 07:11|
Apparently I'm emotionally abusive and ruining the holiday. So I try and do the right thing and book a single ticket home. Apparently that's wrong too.
All I want to do is watch the loving ocean, and decide if/what/when to eat.
Every time I calm down enough to relax again the poo poo starts back up. Apparently I'm going to collapse and end up in some dramatic medivac scenario.
As opposed to the reality, I'm just stubborn and pissed off, and as a fat stinkyhole, fasting is a good idea occasionally anyway.
|# ¿ May 16, 2018 08:13|