It's been rather distracting and difficult being at work today knowing the CBF is at home. Doing nothing. More so that he's here, and at my apartment just hanging out, because I wish that I could be hanging out with him.
It's a little more annoying when I call him for the second time in the morning at about 11:30 and he admits that he's having some of the awesome, perfect margarita. In a cereal bowl.
Before noon.
Hate.
Then? When I call back at 2:30 and he admits that he just woke up from a nap, which he believes was induced by the margarita.
Hate.
I want to be home having margs.
They really are that awesome.
Oh. And I want to see CBF of course as well.
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