Remember how the boys were so gung ho about cleaning? How Penzo promised to clean because he's home all the time and can't stand a home that's not clean? Yeah, it makes me laugh too.
August 25th, I finally had a day off. I had quit my full time job, because I was leaving for Vegas on the 31st and starting a new job September 12th. I'm pretty sure I was just hanging out in my room while the boys were in Penzo's room doing Lord knows what.
Sometimes, I wonder...
Anyways, the next morning, I come out to the kitchen to find McDonald's trash strewn across the kitchen table. I rolled my eyes. First of all, the same guys who claim they are hurting for money Doordashed a place that is literally up the street. Secondly, I wasn't offered any. Those fat asses ordered:
A Large Coke
30 McNuggets
2 Mcdoubles
2 McChickens
2 Medium fries
1 Large fry
All for two people? Now you can see why I stopped offering to pay for dinner. Stephen kept inviting Penzo to eat with us. And, even if he didn't, Stephen ate like a fucking garbage disposal. Anything I didn't eat, he would.
I sighed as I put all the trash in the trashcan where it belongs. Another small thing he will probably never know I did.
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The Story of Us
Non-FictionBasically a biography, the story of how Stephen and I met and fell apart.
