I have almost completed my second week of ramping up for marathon training, and what happens, well first I have my timely visitor and then my left lymph node decided to start moaning this after. WTF. I am not getting sick already. Seriously if I do, I am going to be demanding someone do something. No one be them 20 or 80 (I'm neither) should be so chronically feeble. Anyways, it doesn't help that AB posted some pictures on FB, one was a candid of me looking pissed off, which likely was what I looked like most of that frustrating evening...
Gah, is more the feeling. Like yes I want to remember getting all done up, including some fabulous hair, like seriously fabulous hair, never mind everything else only to be socially shunned by AB for the long train ride out to the end of the line. The party itself was a bust with AB getting drunk on gin, and then I suffered (sober) the long ride home with him trying to figure his drunk ass self out, he was handsy one moment and cold the next. And then I almost was stuck cabbing it home because there was only one bus out of town. And since then it's been the cold shoulder. Which I take as I (AB) totally know I shouldn't have tried to feel you up but then again it's what happens when I consume gin and stand to close to you (me). Lord do I know. Note to me - stay clear of AB and maybe just add another few miles if you hear he's cracked the Bombay.
So maybe I should be thankful for the pissed off candid shot, a daily reminder to him of my passive aggressive hatred for all his man child ways and maybe just his behaviour in general.
To which I say self, get thee to bed, focus on the pain in your throat and not the one in your side.
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