Sometimes when it's like 11:31 at night and I'm chewing on the hulls of sunflower seeds to keep from over-eating and Jeff walks up to me and unwraps a Hostess cupcake like 3 inches from my face and shoves the whole thing into his fat greedy mouth, I have visions of just punching him square in the jaw just to see what he'd say.
He'd probably say ouch and ask me what the fuck is wrong with me.
And I would just stand there stunned because I've never punched anyone before...especially in the face!
Today was the first day in two weeks that I've had an actual honest-to-goodness craving. And he ate it right in front of my face.
Not on purpose. He's just inconsiderate like that. I realize I'm dieting and you're not and you pay half the rent, so you can eat a fucking cupcake anywhere you want. But keep it the fuck outta my face. It's just common decency.
I'm overreacting. But I'm in a pretty pissy mood. So...this too, shall pass.