god ur an ASS
I find it interesting that you want me to work, but get all freaked out about me working. I CAN'T WORK IF YOU WON'T LET ME OUT OF YOUR SIGHT FOR 10 MINUTES BECAUSE YOU'RE AFRAID I'LL HAVE S** WITH EVERY MAN I SEE. YOU are the one that was in the habit of having s** with everything that moved- NOT ME. I HATE that you blame our whole situation on me. Like you're some innocent victim and I'm just some lazy slob. Really? Hm. I've run three businesses by the time I was 32. You think I can do that being some stupid lazy slob? I don't know anything BUT work. You criticize me because I don't know how to do 'anything fun'. Well, DUH. Let me tell you something j******: if you have money to go out to eat 5-6 days a week, go out and drink and buy cigarrettes and lotto tickets with- YOU HAVE MONEY TO PAY YOUR F****** BILLS. But you think you're entitled to 'have it all' and never be uncomfortable and that it's everybody else's job to deal with the 'hard stuff' all so you don't have to. Well, it ain't gonna happen with me. You can suffer. And if you don't like it - CHANGE YOUR F****** HABITS STUPID! You're like the fat guy that wants to lose 250 pounds but still wants to be able to eat an entire ham, 3 dozen eggs and 2 entire cakes for breakfast. If you want things to be different you have to DO things different. And this time is different because you don't have some stupid b**** willing to clean up your stupid messes so you won't have to feel uncomfortable. You're 35. GROW THE F*** UP!!!