Happy Fucking Birthday
well, it's my birthday. woo? I dunno, just not really feeling it, shit has gotten way too complicated. What with me feeling like a total asshole and all, plus some other shit. Some of you don't know why I feel like an asshole, so I'll fill you in:
Mike is my ex room mate. Tanya is his ex gf. Tanya is now my gf. Mike is now my ex friend.
I'm an asshole. There's more to it than that, but no matter how you figure it, I'm an asshole.
I was doing a pretty good job of looking past that until last night though. Last night I found out that today Melissa, a friend from school, is throwing a party tonight. I had been planning on going to the party, but hadn't found out when it was going to be. Now this sounds really conveniant, doesn't it? I get to go to a party, it's all happy. Nope. Tanya doesn't drink, in fact, she hates the smell, it makes her nauseous. She wont kiss me if I have been drinking. Which means I get to choose whether to go to the party, have a fun time and get hammered, or stay in the dorm with Tanya. But that's not all. Last night we stayed up watching a movie, and then went to bed, but she didn't sleep well at all. She has an upset stomach and is really tired. She doesn't like being alone either. So I get to choose between going out and having fun get smashed, while Tanya stays in the dorm, alone, feeling sick, or stay with a disagreeable, sick and overall unhappy Tanya knowing I could be out having fun.
This wouldn't be a terrible dilemma if I didn't already feel more than a little shitty. Whateves, that's life.
update: zomg, there was an ex in front of one more word than there should have been. Typing is a bitch lately and I don't know why.
updated again: Guess it was just a Freudian Slip from the future. What the fuck?
Mike is my ex room mate. Tanya is his ex gf. Tanya is now my gf. Mike is now my ex friend.
I'm an asshole. There's more to it than that, but no matter how you figure it, I'm an asshole.
I was doing a pretty good job of looking past that until last night though. Last night I found out that today Melissa, a friend from school, is throwing a party tonight. I had been planning on going to the party, but hadn't found out when it was going to be. Now this sounds really conveniant, doesn't it? I get to go to a party, it's all happy. Nope. Tanya doesn't drink, in fact, she hates the smell, it makes her nauseous. She wont kiss me if I have been drinking. Which means I get to choose whether to go to the party, have a fun time and get hammered, or stay in the dorm with Tanya. But that's not all. Last night we stayed up watching a movie, and then went to bed, but she didn't sleep well at all. She has an upset stomach and is really tired. She doesn't like being alone either. So I get to choose between going out and having fun get smashed, while Tanya stays in the dorm, alone, feeling sick, or stay with a disagreeable, sick and overall unhappy Tanya knowing I could be out having fun.
This wouldn't be a terrible dilemma if I didn't already feel more than a little shitty. Whateves, that's life.
update: zomg, there was an ex in front of one more word than there should have been. Typing is a bitch lately and I don't know why.
updated again: Guess it was just a Freudian Slip from the future. What the fuck?