Soon as you strolled up and cornered me I should have known to avoid you. Then the first time I go to your house your high on pills, your bed is dirty (really the whole house is gross), you dogs are farting in my face, and your trying to jump my bones. Since then every night has been progressively more overwhelming; the constant need for communication, following me everywhere I go, and talking THE ENTIRE TIME. Then it became flat out sleep deprivation. We blow up and I leave....but you always find me don't you!!!

Am I an ass for saying you'll work at McD's when you graduate? probably. But in my defense it is a fine line between saying that rather than saying "it does not matter what you do because I plan on taking care of you". That line is called "I need my fucking sleep".

Good luck psycho.