Oh baby, just you shut your mouth.

May 19, 2013

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repeat from Listen up, fives. A ten is speaking.

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repeat from The Phantom Speaks

May 18, 2013

past-bedtime:

La Vie Parisienne, 1925

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Husband of the year.

I just fed the cat, stripped off and climbed in to bed after work with the cloudy head that is “taken all the meds” to fix a migraine.

Heath calls.
“Can you come pick me up from the station? My car is fucked”
His tyre has been flat for months and he won’t change it or get or fixed, but he keeps pumping it up, which is probably doing it no good.
“I tried driving it but its making horrible noises.”

So.
I told him to call the RAA and get them to fix it and he told me he has 3% battery left.
Fuuuuuuuuuuck.

I don’t want to moooove. Zzz!

Edit: Wrote this. Considered moving. Called Heath. He doesn’t have his RAA card that I gave to him to put in his wallet so now he is walking home. He is never going to learn. Ever. Fml.

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