Death becomes him…
Sat ,16/07/2005He’s done it to me again. Here I was toasting my self by the heater again, and that bastard just came in, turned it off, and said going to work see you in the morning. Apparently because I have a fur coat I don’t need a heater on while he’s out!
NOT ONLY THAT, he’s left the door to the bathroom shut and I can’t even snack!!!
I’ve shredded the couch, but there’s little satisfaction in that, so I am going to go into the study and cause some chaos. Besides, it’s warmer in there if I push the door shut. 🙂