My Crazy Yet Sad and Oh So Boring Life ...
So this weekend was kind of weird, so bare with me as I try remembering how I was going to put this.
Thursday (I realize this isn't the weekend yet, like I said, bare with me) Steve and I were still "not together", but we decided to hang out anyway. He picked me up around 7pm and I went over to his house and dyed his hair for him. Needless to say, during the process we ended up kissing, and getting back together...Well duh, who didn't see that one coming. Anyway, we spent pretty much the rest of that night together.
Friday, I talked my way out of going to my cousin's house for the weekend,so I could spend it with Steve, alone. Of course, that backfired, and I ended up waiting till 3am before I even saw him because he was busy driving the "All Mighty Ben" around fucking all of Vancouver to get "stuff". By the time he showed up, of course, I was both half asleep, and pissed. Which by the way, is a VERY bad combonation for me.
Anyway, he ended up staying the night with me, and didn't leave till like 2 the next afternoon.
We were supposed to hang out later Saturday evening after his band practice, that NEVER FICKING HAPPENED, so he told me to give him a call on his cell after his band practice. So I did, and to my surprise, some fucking girl named "Joey" answers the phone, so of course, I asked her who it was, and she replies "Steve's gf, who's this" I go, "Steve's GIRLFRIEND!", and she's like, Oh, "I'm just kidding...blah blah blah, I'm a fat whore (without the fat whore part, but I thought it sounded more appropriate, so I added it! lol) so the bitch hangs up on me. I call back a couple times. No answer. Finally, the third time, She answers again, and tries telling me that her and MY boyfriend hooked up, and that he's trying to tell everyone that we're not going out. I was pissed.
I Finally got ahold of him later that night, and found out he was completely shit-faced. But still, I decided it was no excuse for what he had said, or what he had done (blowing me off for HER, and Dylan). So yea, he was drunk, and I found out that chick was spending the night at his house with him and Dylan, which as you can imagine (knowing me) that didn't go over too well. So Steve was all plastered, and rambling on about how much he "loves me" and all, and then tried to walk to my house. He got about half way down the street and then his sister-in-law came after him and drove him the rest of the way. He spent another night, and then left arond 1pm Sunday afternoon.
Sunday, yet again... Another day we were supposed to hang out... didn't happen. Blew me off for BEN after promising me the night before that he'd never be stupid like that again, and he was going to putme first. LIAR! He didn't follow through...Once again.
And now, here I am. Sitting in front of this god damn computer, typing to absoutely nobody. My last night here till I have to go to Tahoe, and he's not even making an effort to come and see me. Yea, Merry Fucking Christmas to me. I get an asshole, and a broken heart...
Ain't life a hoot?
I feel like I just got fucked in the ass... hardcore :(
Thursday (I realize this isn't the weekend yet, like I said, bare with me) Steve and I were still "not together", but we decided to hang out anyway. He picked me up around 7pm and I went over to his house and dyed his hair for him. Needless to say, during the process we ended up kissing, and getting back together...Well duh, who didn't see that one coming. Anyway, we spent pretty much the rest of that night together.
Friday, I talked my way out of going to my cousin's house for the weekend,so I could spend it with Steve, alone. Of course, that backfired, and I ended up waiting till 3am before I even saw him because he was busy driving the "All Mighty Ben" around fucking all of Vancouver to get "stuff". By the time he showed up, of course, I was both half asleep, and pissed. Which by the way, is a VERY bad combonation for me.
Anyway, he ended up staying the night with me, and didn't leave till like 2 the next afternoon.
We were supposed to hang out later Saturday evening after his band practice, that NEVER FICKING HAPPENED, so he told me to give him a call on his cell after his band practice. So I did, and to my surprise, some fucking girl named "Joey" answers the phone, so of course, I asked her who it was, and she replies "Steve's gf, who's this" I go, "Steve's GIRLFRIEND!", and she's like, Oh, "I'm just kidding...blah blah blah, I'm a fat whore (without the fat whore part, but I thought it sounded more appropriate, so I added it! lol) so the bitch hangs up on me. I call back a couple times. No answer. Finally, the third time, She answers again, and tries telling me that her and MY boyfriend hooked up, and that he's trying to tell everyone that we're not going out. I was pissed.
I Finally got ahold of him later that night, and found out he was completely shit-faced. But still, I decided it was no excuse for what he had said, or what he had done (blowing me off for HER, and Dylan). So yea, he was drunk, and I found out that chick was spending the night at his house with him and Dylan, which as you can imagine (knowing me) that didn't go over too well. So Steve was all plastered, and rambling on about how much he "loves me" and all, and then tried to walk to my house. He got about half way down the street and then his sister-in-law came after him and drove him the rest of the way. He spent another night, and then left arond 1pm Sunday afternoon.
Sunday, yet again... Another day we were supposed to hang out... didn't happen. Blew me off for BEN after promising me the night before that he'd never be stupid like that again, and he was going to putme first. LIAR! He didn't follow through...Once again.
And now, here I am. Sitting in front of this god damn computer, typing to absoutely nobody. My last night here till I have to go to Tahoe, and he's not even making an effort to come and see me. Yea, Merry Fucking Christmas to me. I get an asshole, and a broken heart...
Ain't life a hoot?
I feel like I just got fucked in the ass... hardcore :(