Grrrr....
So I was having a perfectly good, happy weekend...and then my roommates got home. And when I got back tonight, they said a quick "hi". No how was your weekend, no how are you, no anything, just a quick acknowledgement of my physical presence and then back to their conversation. By all means, don't let me intrude.
And then, on my computer, sits a note saying "Can you please take out the trash" Bullshit! Is it my week to take out the trash? No, I don't believe that it is? Yes, I was here this weekend, but I have to say I don't think I filled it up on my own. Plus, I did everyone's effing dishes because they so kindly left the sink full of them for me.
And now, I'm just thoroughly pissed off. Why are they so bitchy sometimes? I have to say, sometimes I agree with Jenny...I hate girls. At least, this kind of girl. But hey, my actual friends aren't like this anyway.
On a lighter note, my actual friends are fabulous. Isn't it great to have someone who you can talk to about anything (and i do mean aaaaaaanything) and be perfectly comfortable? And who you can have a heated argument with over a topic with and then five minutes later calmly discuss your respective love lives, or lack thereof?
That makes me happy.
My friends who make me laugh until I can't breathe and I can hang out with very comfortably make me happy, too.
So I guess I'm more happy then not. Go figure.
And then, on my computer, sits a note saying "Can you please take out the trash" Bullshit! Is it my week to take out the trash? No, I don't believe that it is? Yes, I was here this weekend, but I have to say I don't think I filled it up on my own. Plus, I did everyone's effing dishes because they so kindly left the sink full of them for me.
And now, I'm just thoroughly pissed off. Why are they so bitchy sometimes? I have to say, sometimes I agree with Jenny...I hate girls. At least, this kind of girl. But hey, my actual friends aren't like this anyway.
On a lighter note, my actual friends are fabulous. Isn't it great to have someone who you can talk to about anything (and i do mean aaaaaaanything) and be perfectly comfortable? And who you can have a heated argument with over a topic with and then five minutes later calmly discuss your respective love lives, or lack thereof?
That makes me happy.
My friends who make me laugh until I can't breathe and I can hang out with very comfortably make me happy, too.
So I guess I'm more happy then not. Go figure.