WTS Boyfriend

I'm so angry and frustrated right now that I could spit nails. The boyfriend was supposed to call me this morning so we could figure out when he was going to be in town to do some errands for me. Supposedly, it all depended on my need and how awful I'm feeling (pretty bad, btw). So I wait for the call. He FINALLY called at 4:10 p.m. How the hell is that morning???? He tells me "Oh so sorry, I got to playing with the kids and their rats and forgot." How bloody sweet. I'm lying here, hardly able to breathe, and you forget to give me a call. Nice. Then he tells me that he's decided to come back tomorrow and hopefully he'll have enough time to swing by. Excuse me? Hopefully you'll have enough time? Like I haven't given up enough crap for you and your damned monsters? All I'm asking is for someone to run to the darned store for me and pick me up a few necessities. I wouldn't even ask that, but I haven't been able to make it out of the building without a coughing fit that would drop a good sized horse. Maybe I'm crazy, but the idea of trying to drive while having my head in my lap coughing up gobs of blood coated mucus doesn't particularly appeal to me. Trying to maneuver in a full store while coughing so hard that I'm wetting my pants doesn't appeal to me. I know, I'm a terribly selfish person. I realize this. I realize that it's insane to rely upon anyone but myself (and a very few select others-my 'rents, MW & family), but I thought that after all this time, and all the promises, that just once the boyfriend would pull through for me. I keep setting myself up for these disappointments. I don't know what I'm thinking any more. The more I think about it, the more I think that having my own place would be a really really good idea.

Bleh, I hate ranting like that. I know that's kinda what these things are for, but it'd just be so nice to be able to write some happy thoughts. Or maybe a cute/funny story. Hell, it'd be nice to experience any of those.