You're angry, and frustrated. I like that in a girl.

Fight! I normally don't fight. I am a mushroom of peace. Meaning I sit there and take it until I cannot take anymore than I do the exploding thing. Or it means as long as the environment is peaceful as am I. Ohhhhh but yesterday Spencer and I had a FIGHT. Yah, all captials people. It was one of those we are never gonna agree on things, money. I had a job that was bringing extra cash, totally unanticipated. Spencer had plans for that money before I even touched it. Life got in the way. I went grocery shopping, had lunch, printed my essay, parked at school and went out with a friend which lately I never do anymore. I did not even get to buy gifts that is how strict I was and every time I spent money I told Spencer or he was there. So what is the deal? What's with the whole embodiment of nasty when he talked to me? Why was he so mad that the amount he wanted to save was not up to par? He knew it was happening, he came to the art class, he ate the Mcdonalds. <Remind me never again to buy that crap, it made me sick ugh> Why did he not take the money if he was gonna scream at me later? I would have prefered a mini fight over that than this huge one.You know your partner's high points and lows don't you? How about we be a TEAM and work together?