So I had an ok night. Pretty decent, but I had to work hard for what I made, which consisted of a hell of a lot of babysitting drunk guys and listening to them whine about this and that and telling me not to waste my life and BLAH BLAH BLAH. So I get home, and my boyfriend is out. Didn't call, didn't leave a note...nothing. I call him and he's out at some party- and asks me to pick him up. ANNOYED, I agree. I go there and get him and he is DRUNK. I mean shot after shot drunk. We get in the car and he's being a SUPER fucking annoying drunk and at this point I'm PISSED. The LAST thing I want is to babysit drunk dudes all fucking night and have to come home and do it some more. Fucking Hell.
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