Am sat on floor working on presentation for job interview in bedroom DS and I share and this fucker just sprinted at me from across the room.
Had to down dregs of Malbec and whack the glass over the top of beastie AND DS stray sorting shape.
But what the fuck do I do now?! DS asleep on futon right next to glass, and I can't move the fucking fucker.
This is what exDP was for. Why why why why did he have to be such a twat that we had to break up?!?!?
Seriously though.... eughhgghgdjueiebskla!!!!