So I'm in a hating mood. My dearest Amanda returned from her home sweet home this evening. Clifford was upstairs after having picked her up and I asked him if he wouldn't mind sending Amanda up when she had a second. He asked to which I replied that I wanted to see if she could pick me up from the airport. Here's where the hating started:
Cliff: "Oh, yeah she'll be able to pick you up."
Devon: "Let me just ask...I'd much rather she make that decision for herself."
Cliff: "Well she's just out of class so she can do it."
Devon: "What if she doesn't want to? Let's just ask her."
Seriously Cliff.... How is it ever appropriate to speak for your girlfriend? I'm quite tired of his patronizing nonsense towards me. Contrary to popular belief, I already have a daddy who's quite adept at providing the daddy worries and questions. I absolutely have no need for my roommate's boyfriend...who is only around because of his attachment to his girlfriend...to give me lectures on my choices.
Alright, that's all. This was a small rant...but a rant nonetheless. Here's to putting the silly boys in their places...
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