So, last night I decided to go to Tescos. I dragged Dave, (kicking and screaming all the way). It was Daves turn to pay for the shopping this week, I don't have any money anyway, not even enough for the bus. So there I was, starving hungry walking the mile to tescos in the freezing cold, at midnight with the grumpiest boyfriend ever, in the whole world.

I hate shopping with Dave so much, it makes me want to cry. He never ever lets us buy any sort of cake, sweets, or chocolate (despite the fact I buy that sort of thing when I pay, and he eats it quite merrily. So we ended up buying 25£ worth of shopping, because he was too grumpy to buy anything good. Then, he wouldn't let me have a sandwich in Tescos, and this is the really thing MADE ME WALK BACK FROM TESCOS with ALL the shopping, so hungry my legs were shaking. I was so angry with him I couldn't even speak when we got back to the flat.

Have you ever been so angry you couldn't speak? It's horrible. You don't want to move, because you might throw something hard at a window, you don't want to speak in case you can't, just let out a huge roar of anger. When we got back I sat, staring at the shopping for an hour. I couldn't bring myself even to unpack it, I was so upset.

To his credit, he did two nice things:

*he brought me a gingerbread man, which i was to angry to eat

*he brought me some cigarrettes.

Both of these are quite unusual, i must say, and he did apologise for being SO F***ing grumpy all the way round Tesco, explaining he was like that because he wasn't used to shopping on his own. THATS WHY I AM HERE! GGGrrrr. I have to go now, because I'm getting annoyed again, and we did sort ot out eventually. But now I fancy some chocolate, and I can't have any because...you guessed it, we didn't buy any.