Why living with a boy is gross

So I get home from work, pretty pumped. I scored a promotion and a raise at my annual review, so it's a good day.

And Boyfriend is sitting on the couch. Which is fine. Then I hear the tell-tale sign of video games: "Fuck you, you maniac!" That's the game, by the by, not the Boyfriend. The dog is lying on his lap. Next to him is a half finished beer and a bag of M&Ms. A nutritious dinner, to be sure.

And he's not wearing pants.

I just don't GET that. I really don't.

So when you ask what I'm doing BF, this is it. Writing about you, in all your pantsless wonder, on the blog that no one reads.

Happy weekend y'all.