Food shopping > Clothes shopping.
In food shopping, all I have to do is push the trolley, make sure the tins don't squash the fruit, and keep the baby amused. The only decisions I have to make are whether to have Carlsberg or Budweiser.
In clothes shopping I have to state what I prefer and justify my answers
e.g.
Her: "Do you prefer this skirt or this skirt?"
Me: "The first one"
Her: "Why? What's wrong with this one?"
Me: "Nothing, I just prefer the first one".
Her: "Well I like this one"
Me: "Well get that one then"
Her: "But you don't like it"
Me: "I never said that"
Her: "So why do you like the first one better"
Me: "I want to die. I've lost the will to live"
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So yeah, food shopping > clothes shopping
Does this make my arse look big.
No ... having a fat arse makes your arse look big.
I am raging
Boyfriend's brother came up from down South to spend two weeks here before starting his new job.
Our house is actually his house as it is his mortgage, however we pay the mortgage and all the other costs that come with the house, hence it is my HOME
I came home tonight and noticed that someone had chucked away my Tenerifian fern and all the candle holders in front of the fire place.
Black bin bags with stuff have been chucked in our bedroom while HIS stuff is all over the fucking livingroom.
I feel like my privacy has been invaded and it's not going to be pretty as soon as he comes back tonight![]()
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