Why is it men just have no idea? A. went out on Friday night after work and didn't come home until nearly 8pm on Saturday night! He couldn't understand why i was just a *tad* annoyed. Apart from the fact both his Grandad and i sat up nearly all night wondering where he was! I also got a phone call frome drunken idiot he was out with, who didn't even know he had a girlfriend. Makes me wonder just exactly what he's told them at V.

Tonight he's done it again, he phoned at 4.30 to say he was going for a quick pint, and here it is, nearly 9.30, and he's still not back. Am really losing patience with him - why the f**k should i put up with this? His grandad has definitely had enough - tonight, after another phone call saying he was having a quick pint (4 hours after the first quick pint) that he's had enough and A. can find somewhere else to live after Christmas. I admire his stance on this but am slightly worried as to how this affects me, the only reason i live here is because A. and i are together - whatever the f**k that means just now!

The world just now, is a big pile of shit :(