In the car, after having navigated the Windsor Exchange whilst having a huge blubbering meltdown having to do with the fact that we’re still poor and I hate that I got sick and I hate myself and I’m ugly and bald and fat and I say mean things to people and I badmouth people behind their backs and I’m an awful person and it’s okay if Rob leaves me because I suck so much and I don’t blame him if he never wants to see me again because I am so awful and ugly and gross and poor that his life would be better without me
Rob: Louise, did you take your meds today?
me (still crying, but not wailing anymore, at least): No, but that doesn’t matter. I’m still awful and you should still leave me and go make a better life for yourself without me.
Rob: And miss out on all this? What, are you kidding?
… then we talked about how there’s not much we could really do about our situation that we haven’t done already, so I should try to stop stressing and just go with the flow
Rob: In other words… baby, fuck community college. Let’s get drunk and eat chicken fingers!
Gotta love a man who can be light-hearted even in a stressful situation! He’s a keeper, hon, through and through!
Wait, wait, wait….. isn’t that last line supposed to be “Let’s get drunk and scr3w?”
rob’s the man. he truly is. and the two of you make a good team together. never knock that.
Haha– no, FB, see, that’s a line from a TV show (I was gonna say, anyone who can get where that last line came from gets a prize, but I don’t have any prizes sitting around)
Is it from the Trailer Park Boys?
Btw, what do you think of this new pope? Or even his new name? I know that everyone I talked to, yesterday, said the same thing – the name Benedict still carries baggage here in the States. *shrug* But none of us are Catholic so…
DJ wins a prize!
Rob rawks! I love ya’ll’s quirkiness together… And in case you’re wondering, yes “ya’ll’s” is a word.