Tumblr is being a jerk today. And I was all prepared to post a photo of my unshowered, makeupless, pajama-clad self in midday sunlight, in ceremony of the next to last day of vacation. Let’s see if I can post from my phone. Instead, a list of things in bag packed for Busan: hand-knit dark grey ribbed scarf, blackberry muffins, chocolate cupcakes and an electric kettle that was on sale. And I have the nerve to look at him with awe when he pouts at me over the dinner table, when he asks if I will give him my headphones because the sound quality is better than his have and I say fuck no.
I mean, yesterday who got a text yesterday from their significant other warning them of the snow and to be careful not to catch cold? Not me. I got one complaining that he’d forgotten his umbrella, and “jokingly” asking if I would bring one to his office. I can blame his mother all I want, but clearly I’ve fallen into some bad Busan habits myself.
Well. He’d better enjoy tonight, because the gravy train ride is over. Back to work and the end of his spoiled brat shenanigans for the semester.
