I HAVE LOST THE FUCKING PLOT NOW

I ask: Shall we go out to dinner? He says: rude tone must we, no, I don’t want to go to the stars.

Now just a few moments ago he found out that one of his friends has returned from africa and he suddenly now wants to go out to the same fucking place he refused to goto when I asked.

Well that makes me fell lovely, why go out with me earlier when he didn’t know he was back, but now he does he suddenly wants to go out. Yeah, while I drive him around ON MY PETROL and IN MY CAR for something he’d rather not have done with me in the first place.

Now I’m free transport and an occasional fuck.

Life feels good.

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