Ain't Nobody Got Time For That

Nothing like waking up on a Saturday morning to a find a text message from the love of your life.

Whom you haven't spoken to in a month.

I miss you too, you fucktard. Ball is in your court, homeslice. Grrrrr.  Sort it out!

And then you are so stressed out that you can't eat your breakfast and it's Tuesday and you still haven't heard back from him--because of course you responded. And then you want to cry again.

Ugh.

Men.