One day, Princess Temper-tantrum met a boy who she really liked. He was wonderful and funny and she had great times with him. However, he, like her also was very opinionated, stubborn, and liked to say things to pick fights. Thats why he was named Mr. Irrational.
Most of the time the Princess could handle his constant jabs and the fact that he said things just to make her angry. Then one day.... he learned why HER name was Princess Temper-tantrum. She got pissy, packed up all her stuff, and went home to drink by herself [ which she never does] until she fell asleep on the couch snuggling a bottle of vodka.
In the morning, the Princess saw that Mr. Irrational had sent her an email [which, to be totally honest, she didnt really understand-- being that it was obvious that it was sent at 3 am while under the influence of alcohol and possibly drugs] saying that he didnt want her to be crabby with him anymore.
The Princess read this, went to the gym for a while [and beat the living shit out of a heavy bag], showered, called him and....
Well, I havent called him yet. But you get the gist. I think both of us need to find a place that sells 'nice pills'... or maybe we just need to stop taking our 'asshole pills' so much...
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