My dad makes jokes about how I indubitably rant to all of my friends about him.

So let's be honest.

But after talking about it for so long with my charming and handsome boyfriend, we've concluded that life goes on, and neither of them - yeah, I guess, 'them' - are worth spending too much emotion on. Or any art really. So nope, you're not getting any creativity from me today. This is very normal stuff here. Very basic stuff. (Thanks, God! You're so cool, we capitalize pronouns for you all over the place.)