Mario Party isn't a party when you take the Solo Cruise
Well, another Saturday night for the single. Life is boring when you do not have a boyfriend, and all your friends are off with their significant others or already have plans with other people. I don't know what else to do. I have finished reading the first of my fifty books for 2006, Wicked, which was as the title suggests. The life and times of the Wicked Witch of the West. What a good read. I think I will go purchase the other books written by the same author. I'd go find the book and write the name for you all here, but boredom has made me lethargic and I can't be bothered to get up and get the book. I have played a game of Mario Party by myself. Yawn. I have put all the birthdays and other events on my new calandar and hung it on my wall. It is a calendar with pictures of Scotland. I love it.
Incase you are starting to panic, no, I am not actually single, but it sure as hell feels that way. Rye continues to be punished by the evil doughnut minions, and as such, so do I. I am left to not have a boyfriend on weekends. And what is the point of having a boyfriend if not to have guaranteed plans on the weekend? In fact, the only days I do have a boyfriend are on the days that I work, so I now see Rye for a grand total of 6 hours a week. Fuck that. Fuck you Rye for not standing up to the evil relationship killers that own Tim Hortons. Fuck them for not giving a fuck about you and that you do have a life outside of coffee and doughnuts.
I am upset because Rye was supposed to come over today to watch a movie with me before he went to work. I stayed up until he was off work last night so we could have coffee together at BP, and we made arrangements that he would call me as he was awake and that he would come over early enough for us to spend the day together before we had to have our relationship ass raped by Timbits. We were out until just after 2 last night, and I was awake no later than 10 this morning to get ready to hang out. Yet no call came. I went for a shower, and got ready. Still no call. At 2:30 pm, my doorbell rings, and there is Rye with a Tim Hortons coffee for himself. No call to say, he was coming over. No call to ask if I wanted anything as he was stopping on his way over. Nope. Just a "Here I am to grace you with my prescence, nevermind the fact that we have no time to watch the movie like we planned, it is okay because I have MY coffee." Oh please. Let me be all smiles and happy that I yet again have a boyfriend who will leave me at home waiting for him like a naive little twit. Thanks for that. And then my mom gives me shit for being upset, tells me she knows it is hard on me, but that I have to be nice because it is hard on him too.
Why do I always have to be the understanding one? Why do I always have to get the short end of the stick? Why is it okay for everyone else to get what they want, but I have to be the one to sacrifice? What is even the point anymore?
Incase you are starting to panic, no, I am not actually single, but it sure as hell feels that way. Rye continues to be punished by the evil doughnut minions, and as such, so do I. I am left to not have a boyfriend on weekends. And what is the point of having a boyfriend if not to have guaranteed plans on the weekend? In fact, the only days I do have a boyfriend are on the days that I work, so I now see Rye for a grand total of 6 hours a week. Fuck that. Fuck you Rye for not standing up to the evil relationship killers that own Tim Hortons. Fuck them for not giving a fuck about you and that you do have a life outside of coffee and doughnuts.
I am upset because Rye was supposed to come over today to watch a movie with me before he went to work. I stayed up until he was off work last night so we could have coffee together at BP, and we made arrangements that he would call me as he was awake and that he would come over early enough for us to spend the day together before we had to have our relationship ass raped by Timbits. We were out until just after 2 last night, and I was awake no later than 10 this morning to get ready to hang out. Yet no call came. I went for a shower, and got ready. Still no call. At 2:30 pm, my doorbell rings, and there is Rye with a Tim Hortons coffee for himself. No call to say, he was coming over. No call to ask if I wanted anything as he was stopping on his way over. Nope. Just a "Here I am to grace you with my prescence, nevermind the fact that we have no time to watch the movie like we planned, it is okay because I have MY coffee." Oh please. Let me be all smiles and happy that I yet again have a boyfriend who will leave me at home waiting for him like a naive little twit. Thanks for that. And then my mom gives me shit for being upset, tells me she knows it is hard on me, but that I have to be nice because it is hard on him too.
Why do I always have to be the understanding one? Why do I always have to get the short end of the stick? Why is it okay for everyone else to get what they want, but I have to be the one to sacrifice? What is even the point anymore?