This
sucks.
Our first real
fight in the year and a half since we've been together.
We were headed out the door to see a movie -- he was going to drive. I looked at my
keys, decided I didn't need the
bulk in my pocket since he was driving. We got to the car and he realized he didn't have his keys.
Okay, so we're locked out.
Big deal. Right?
Wrong. This is the
fourth time this has happened in the last few months -- in my opinion, it has always been
his fault.
The biggest
argument broke out over whose fault it was, and who was going to have to call the third
roommate at work.
Anyway, we're in the house now (no kidding,
genius, most people don't have computers laying around outside), and we're not speaking. I have never even been in a small argument with him -- sure, small
disagreement, but never,
ever have either of us raised our voices at each other.
Fucking bummer. Guess wer're not going to see that movie today ...
Oh, I should just shut up. There are
bigger issues in this world than our little fight.