Believe it or not, I like drinking.
I broke my promise not to drink. Had the best rum I've ever tasted, puked my guts out and had a gnarly hangover. I regret nothing because s**** my manipulative and controlling boyfriend. I'm sick of all the guilt-trips for wanting to game online with my friends without him ONE friggin' night a week. Endless obligations for Skype s** just because we're a LDR couple and it's the "only way he can deal with missing me" even when I expressly tell him I'm not interested. F*** YOU, A******. I'm tired of all the b*******, man up or f****** leave for a lesser woman who tolerates sniveling boys. If I want to chill with a beer after hard day of work, I f****** will. Speaking of work, you couldn't be happy that I got offered a great job for the career I want, could you? It had to be all about the time you'd be home alone, moping around. That attitude changed really f****** fast when you found out how much money I'd be making even as an apprentice didn't it? A******. Suddenly it was a great opportunity for both of us. F*** you.