Pay me

I’m tired of my boyfriend acting like when he cleans the apartment, he becomes a god and should be praised. Whatever.

I don’t like to clean. It just happens to be something I don’t like to do so I don’t do. What I do like to do is go to work and make money, so I take care of the finance stuff.

For a while I was considering getting a person to come in and clean once a month to give the apartment an industrial cleaning.

My Boyfriend didn’t like the idea of a cleaning lady but instead suggested that he would clean, and get this, that I should pay him the money I was going to pay the cleaning lady.
The dirt that he cleans up is his and mine, why would I pay him to clean his dirt?

Am I crazy? Does this make some sort of sense in some bizzaro world filled with square faced people who speak in the third person and can't conjugate verbs?
I thought this was supposed to be about SHARING the duties, not “pay me and I’ll do it.”
I’d rather pay the cleaning lady.
She won’t bitch at me later or ask me where her belt is or try to get me to suck her dick.

I fucking hate my home town

I was born there, I was raised there. Keep me the fuck out of there. Esthetically, it is a beautiful town. Fuck off. Who cares.

I fucking hate that place. I would and do take this little shit ass town I live in now over that pompous old city any day.

Yeah, it has beautiful oak trees that could probably tell you stories that are out of this world, it has graveyards that are so old that a wind storm tore up all those big oak trees and uprooted the dead (well, that was cool- I'll give ya that). But, its fucking history, its fucking artist elitist community MAKE ME SICK.

I fucking hate that place. I don't care how pretty they make it- it's all a lie, a sham.

It's the dirtiest town I every did see. I hate its dirty beauty. I hate my history there.

They- it, can kiss my ass.


Fuck you *********, ** and the contents therein (except those of you I still like, of course- you know who you are).