Day One

I'm 32 years old and so is he.

We've been living together since mid March 2007.
I'm a bookworm, fashion addict, blogger, marketer and office girl. He's a tunneler.
He's a drinker averaging between 2 and 6 beers a night, make that 12 -14 a day on weekends.
He works hard underground. Think between 10 and 15 hours a day, which makes him even lazier.
When he is home, he is like a teenager, clothes and cigarette
boxes everywhere and bad boyfriend is in bed.
He spends the rest of his time, watching T.V., complaining or sleeping the drink off.

This is my diary and he is the bad boyfriend.