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Sep. 5th, 2009 04:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaI... don't like Andrew. I think I've made it pretty clear I don't like Andrew. My dog still dislikes Andrew. She'll warm up to him if he's been in the house several hours and has food, but that's it. He leaves and she'll bark the minute he steps back on our property. She really, really doesn't like him.
So. Juliet wants to spend time with Andrew. Since Parents aren't here (the numero uno reason she avoids the house) she's doing that now.
Do you know that yesterday all they had for lunch was french fries?
They had french fries again today. *French fries*. Just fries. Not like, fries with a burger topped in delicious delicious veggies and cheese. Not like, fries and a sandwich. Just. Starches.
He doesn't eat right. When she's with him SHE doesn't eat right.
He's staying for dinner tonight. I don't want to deal with it. I'll cook the stir fry, eat in their general proximity, and ignore the fact that Juliet is the clingy cutesy-poo girlfriend who always made me want to slap a bitch back in HS.
