WARNING! This post is nothing but a rant of complaints.
It's 12:43 on a Friday night and I'm laying on the boyfriend's couch alternating between staring at the ceiling and my phone. Why you may ask? Because he works the second shift as diesel mechanic for the city of Greensboro.
Most of the time I have no complaints but right now at this very moment I'm dying, simply because it's way past my bed time on a Friday night. All I want to do is go to bed but I'm being a nice girlfriiend and doing his laundry he hasn't done in a week because we leave for the beach in the morning and we won't have time to do it in the morning.
I love him to death and I'm glad he loves his job but all I want his is him home and in bed with me.
Also I think my heating pad just stopped working and my back is killing me 😖😩😫😭