La Vie Boheme

Friday night when I was able to finally leave work (at 6pm!! God!) Roger called me on the way home to see if I wanted to go out for dinner to Lubys or whatever. I said sure and met him their at Lubys and we ate and stuff but of course I had the broyled fish and because it looked so good but then it didnt make my tummy happy at all. And then Roger tells me that he had forgotten oops his wallett was in his other pant’s and so I had to pay for his steak and his bakked pototoe and brussell’s sprout’s and cabbige and cocoanut pie and all the other food and stuff he got. And then because it was like fiftey dollars total even thogh mine was only like eighteen and I didn’t have that much in my bank account Lubys denied my debbit card! My face was red and hot and I was swetting and my stomich was really totally upset and so was I. Then I had to use my emergencie Paypal card for thirtey dollars of it and my debbit card for the other twentey and on the way back to my car Roger told me that he could have put it all on his creddit card!

Then on Saturday morning I selpt really late because my week had been so tireful for me when somebody knocked on my door at 10am and I was still in bed and did’nt want to get up so I did’nt and went back to sleep. But then at 11 Roger came by and beated on my door until I opened it and he was there with a big vazz of flowers that were roses and first I was all like awwwww but then I noticed that he was all mad looking and stuff and he brot the flowers in and slammed the vazz down on my kitchen counter and was all who’s sending you flowers bitch. Then I saw their was a card and I read it and it was from Pat and it had a pome in the card that was Roses are Red and Violets are Blue and then it said some totally dirty stuff and ended with “you.” Roger grabbed the card and wanted know the reason why Pat would be sending me flowers and I said I don’t know!!!!! Then Pat came by while Roger was all upset and stuff and before Pat could even say anything Roger was screaming at Pat and screaming at me and then he opened my refirgerater and started pulling things out and throwing them at Pat and Pat was running down the stares and getting hit by egs and plums and pears and even a pommagrannit. Pat was hollering stop throwing froots at me you crazy froot in that wierd accent he has and that made Roger even more madder! He threw some meat, then.

And then for no reason at all he just grabbed my keyboard and mouse and threw them at Pat out the window and the keyboard exploded qwertys all over the stares.  GOD!

I was just standing their wondering how to make Roger simmer down and then he said that we were totally not going to the acwarium this weekend now because he was so stoked and wicked and I told him I didn’t know what stoked and wicked meant and he said Batt you are so iliterit and I said Roger I am not iliterit I hardly ever have to go to the doctor and he just screamed ugly things at me and left.

After that my mom called like a million times but I did’nt want to talk to her and have to tell her about the bad week and the vazz and Roger and pommagrannits so I turned off the ringer.

So for brekfast this morning all I could have was just a cracker and some really old apple juice that tasted like beer. I am hoping Roger or Pat or somebody will call later and tell me what is going on and even the flowers look bad now because I accsidentally put salt in there water instead of sugar.