2:30 AM really needs to stop taking cues from John Cusack movies. You know, the one where he's standing in some love(lust?)interest's yard, holding a boombox over his head? Yeah, 2:30 AM needs to stop that shit. Except in my reality, he shows up, drunk, pantless, bitching about how his car is broken again, whinging about the good old days and wanting to give it "one more try".
Fuck that! I've met someone new. And Well Rested and I are quite happy together thankyouverymuch. Sure, we have our bad nights. But that's to be expected when you're in it for the long haul.
2:30, I meant it when I said that the next time you show up either alone or with your deadbeat cousin 4:47, I'm calling the cops! We're over!